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Meet Me...

By: Elusive_Mind



Hello, this is the first in a series I hope to keep working on. This story has inspired me to write a prequel about how these two met, why she doesn't look at him, why she obeys, etc. I have little time to actually write but hopefully I'll get there.

I was not sure what category this should be under but the "public" aspect is so strong I placed it under Exhib & Voy.

Any feedback is helpful. Thanks in advance.

EM

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MEET ME . . . On the 8th floor landing.

Stepping out of her car she realizes how nervous she is. A sly and mischievous smile plays at the corners of her mouth, she can't believe she's going to do this. Her dress swirls around her ankles as she shuts the car door. She shoulders her empty purse and starts off across the intervening space. Soon the mixture of heightened emotions and the cool breeze combine and she becomes aware of her nipples as they begin to tighten. As she moves toward the high-rise complex she imagines how obscene they must look through the sheer fabric of her blouse. As per his instructions she is not wearing a bra and the thought only propels the situation until her nipples are as hard as they have ever been. Refusing to let the situation soften her resolve she moves on, her breasts swaying freely, nipples gliding across the soft fabric. 

Finally reaching the designated building she glances at her watch. Satisfied that she is on time she sets her shoulders and enters the lobby. Once inside her she stops for a moment to let her eyes adjust. Glancing at the people she is suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that everyone within sight knows what she is about to do. She quickly dismisses the paranoia and spots the staircase near the elevator. Her high heels clap out her presence to all within earshot as she moves across the intervening space. 

She reaches the door and turns a little to the right as she pushes the lever with her left hip. Glancing up and back the way she came she is surprised to notice the number of heads that snap away from her gaze, not all of which are male. She smiles, a little flattered, and turns back to her left as she enters the stairwell. 

Before her a wide stair begins its ascent to a landing above. Overhead and to the left is the bottom side of the return flight. An inverted replica of the stair before her; hanging, it would seem, in defiance of the laws of physics. A cold hard mass of concrete and steel created out of necessity but about to be employed as a place of pleasure.

With a glance up she notices that the layout of the stairs is such that one cannot see all the way to the top as in some stairwells. Thus without being able to see her objective she takes the first step toward her destination, the landing on the 8th floor.

. . . . . . . . . .. . . .

She stops and tries to calm her beating heart, the sign on the door reads "8". After a moment she realizes the wait is futile, her heart is not racing from the exertion of the climb. Taking a deep breath she places her purse on the ground at her feet. She waits a moment, listening for footsteps or any other sounds in the stairwell. Satisfied it is empty she reaches out and knocks on the large steel door. Two quick and timid taps and then she backs away and waits for what seems like an eternity. She checks her watch and just as she is about to tap again she is answered. The two knocks that come from the other side of the door are not timid. They seem deafeningly loud to her, so much so that she involuntarily jumps at the first. 

The realization of the moment sets in and she actually starts to tremble. Deciding quickly that she did not come this far to chicken out she takes a deep breath and begins to unbutton her blouse. Once it is off she folds it neatly and places it in her purse. Then she slides her skirt down her legs stepping out of it carefully. Placing it in her purse as well she then slips off her panties and steps out of them. The realization that she can smell her own arousal creates an odd, if momentary, sense of calm. If her own body wants this so badly then she must accept it. She looks up at door realizing that she has paused to think about the philosophical ramifications of her actions while completely nude in a public stairwell. She smiles accompanied by a self-mocking chuckle as she picks up her purse and places her panties on top.

Completely naked except for her high heels she slings her purse over her shoulder and steps back up to the door. Holding her breath she knocks three times, more forcefully this time. The three knocks are echoed back from the other side almost instantly and so, taking her cue she turns and starts up the next flight of stairs stopping on the third step as instructed.

She hears the door open behind and below her and has to fight every nerve in her body to keep from running or turning around to see. Instead she holds herself in place and quietly waits. There is no sound other than the slight hissing of the hydraulic closer on the door. It finally slams shut as it jumps the last few inches to the jamb, the reverberation echoes up and down the hard surfaces of the stairwell. 

As they die away and the sense of stillness returns to her she realizes there is still no sound. The tension in her body begins to show as she trembles slightly. Noticing this, as his eyes have been following every curve and pore of her form her begins to climb toward her. It takes four footfalls for him to reach the stair below her. He stops, his chest lightly rising and falling against her lower back. His breath warming the space between her shoulders. She feels him lean in, hears him inhale slowly through his nose, taking in the aroma of her. She jumps as his tongue quickly darts out and touches her skin. 

He whispers to her to go on. Remembering his instructions she lowers her gaze to her feet as she slowly climbs to the next landing. She can hear him following a few steps behind and becomes even more aroused at the thought of his view. As she turns to start up the next flight she also keeps her head averted from his direction as specified. They continue on past the ninth floor, past the tenth floor, her heart racing every time a door comes into view. As she turns on the landing past the door to ten she notices that they are at the top. Instead of another flight there is just a double landing. She stops, unsure of what to do. Still looking at the ground she hears him come up behind her. He stops close to her and says, "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Feeling a blush rise to her face and upper torso she whispers a quick and shy, "Thank you."

He tells her to go over and stand in the far corner, set her purse down and wait. She complies, standing there listening, she hears clothes rustling and assumes he is undressing. Suddenly he is behind her, his body is cool compared to his semi-erect cock. It presses against her ass as he forcefully presses his whole body against her as if he is trying to actually bond his flesh to hers. As she is smashed into the corner she feels the cold concrete, its rough texture gripping her soft skin. Her nipples rake across it and she lets out a low moan. He pins her there, not moving, just breathing in her ear, waiting. Suddenly the stillness is ripped apart by the sound of a door opening in the stairwell. She gasps and momentarily struggles but is stilled by a low "Shhh," hissed in her ear.

Ceasing her struggle she listens, the footsteps are loud to her heightened sense and she struggles to determine if they are coming or going. Then the door that opened crashes shut swallowing the footfalls for a moment. As they return she realizes not only that the footsteps are quieter but also that she has been holding her breath. She exhales slowly as the footsteps continue to fade until another door is opened farther down. As it shuts the muffled sound signals her body to relax and she sags forward even more into the cool concrete. He chuckles behind her and slowly eases away from her. His left hand momentarily caresses her face and comes to rest on her left shoulder. His right gently guides her hip turning her to the left until she is facing the railing that overlooks the tenth floor landing. Still behind her he whispers to her to step up and grab the railing.

A lump forms in her throat and she stares at the railing feeling the small distance to be covered much greater than it actually is. The pressure of his hand on her hip increases and compels her forward. Almost numbly she steps forward, each step increasing the amount of space she can see of the stairwell below. She stops at the railing standing upright, the cold bar pressing back lightly just above her naked hips. Her head still lowered she looks down into the open stairwell and imagines the number of people who must use it every day. The thought makes her grip the rail with both hands, not because he commanded but to keep her from backing away.

He begins to run his hands over her back and neck. Her gaze drifts to and then locks on the door below as his hands quickly and firmly make their way around her backside. One second he is roughly squeezing her ass cheek, the next he is kneading her back muscles like a masseuse. Slowly she relaxes as he alternates between caressing and pushing, gripping and pulling. Losing herself to the moment she lets go of the railing and reaches back to caress his thigh. He slides his right palm up her back and neck until he reaches her hairline. He closes his hand around the base of her skull until his middle finger is above her right ear and his thumb above her left. He squeezes and lifts pulling her somewhat forcefully to him. She lets go of the railing and has to stand on her tiptoes as he pulls her back until his mouth is at her left ear. Holding her for a moment he asks, "Did I tell you to let go of the railing?"

"No." She replies.

"Did I tell you to touch me?"

"No." She says again.

"I didn't think so. How should we punish you?" he says. 

She tenses but not knowing how to answer remains silent.

"Nipple or ass?" He asks.

"What?" She says, not understanding.

Without letting go of her head he quickly reaches up with his left hand and twists her nipple. She cries out and reaches for his hand but it is already gone as he steps back from her and slaps her ass hard. Crying out again she reaches for her ass but he quickly lets go of her and grabs both of her wrists and returns her hands to their original position. She struggles for a moment breathing hard at the sudden assault on her body. "Shhhh," he whispers as he lets go of her she can feel his body covering her back, his thighs resting against her stinging ass. He slowly caresses down both arms, shifting to her sides and down her hips. Slowly back up again, under her arms and then cupping both of her breasts. He softly moves his palms over both of her rock hard nipples as the stinging in her left begins to turn into a feeling of pleasure. 

"Now you know. Let's try this again." He says.

She nods and moans as he takes her earlobe in his mouth. It is all she can do to keep looking down and away. She wants so badly to see his face; to look upon the man with whom she has apparently traded up her will to for the simple promise of physical pleasure.

She jumps as another door is opened somewhere below them. He seems undisturbed as he starts to nibble on her neck and kiss his way down her back, his hands accompanying as they move away from her sensitive nipples and heaving chest. There are footsteps rising from below and she begins to inadvertently back away from the railing. A hand pushing in the middle of her back reminds her to stay.

He continues kissing his way down her back, between her shoulders, along her side and then across. Now down the middle of her back. She moans in pleasure and relief as the sound of another door opening reaches them. As it is closing he works his way lower. She can see his knees on either side of her ankles just as she feels his kisses reach her lower back just above her ass.

She jumps as the sound of the door slamming coincides with him pulling her ass apart. He lets go and nibbles on each of her cheeks, biting hard and quick with just his front teeth. Again he pulls her ass apart and her breath catches as she feels him quickly lick her asshole and then inhale deeply. He places his hands on her hips and pulls her against his face. She feels his tongue again as it licks her darkest treasure and she slowly rotates her hips on his face. He stands suddenly leaving her hips to rotate against an absent pleasure. He pushes her forward so that she is leaning out over the abyss, the bottom of her rib cage presses against the top railing. She is momentarily afraid she is going to be punished again when he steps to her side, shoves his hand between her legs from behind and grabs her crotch like he would a handle on a suitcase. He places his other hand in the middle of her back and forcefully lifts her off the ground. She keeps a hold of the rail as he pulls her lower body back and away. Her upper torso is dragged backward across the railing, her tits bunching up and the popping over. Her head is just inside the railing as he sets her lower half down. Her arms stretch out more to the side but retain their grip on the top rail, her legs are spread wantonly, her nipples pointing forcefully at the cold surface beneath her feet.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me," she whispers.

A loud crack resounds in her ears and she jumps more from the sound than the fact that he just slapped her ass quite hard.

"I thought you were nasty!" He leans down and growls in her ear, "me fucking you isn't nasty. You're naked and bent over in a public stairwell. Your cunt is probably wetter than it has been in years without getting fucked first and all you can say is that you want me to fuck you?" He slaps her ass again, the echo bounding down the stairwell as she groans in pleasure and pain from his assault.

"Try again."

He hasn't moved his left hand; it is still lightly resting in the middle of her back. He is still standing at her side. She hangs her head and peering under her outstretched arm eyes his engorged cock. Staring at it she says, louder this time, "I want you to fuck me like the nasty bitch I am."

Reaching behind her with his right hand he roughly shoves two fingers into her hungry box. "That's better," he says. Her eyes close and she exhales slowly as her mouth opens in acknowledgment of the relief her body feels at finally getting something, anything, inside of her.

"Keep going," he whispers, as he slowly starts to fuck her with his hand.

"I need you to fuck me with your cock," she whispers back.

Her pussy is suddenly empty as the same sound and feeling attack her senses. She closes her eyes and squeals in frustration as the stinging in her ass overwhelms the pleasure she was receiving from his fingers. 

"Louder," he states simply as a cacophony of feelings and thoughts flood her over stimulated body. Her need begins to drive her, her empty hole crying out through every neurological path it can find to her brain. She begins to discard all of her conscious objections and considerations of the intellectual term "consequence". Suddenly getting caught doesn't matter as much as getting stretched open. Being seen doesn't matter as much as being used. Feeling embarrassed doesn't matter as much as feeling like a total slut. Her eyes snap open, as she understands what he wants of her, what her body wants of her. "I'm sorry," she replies in a tone more fitted to speaking at a gathering than trying to be quiet in a place that echoes all of its secrets.

She continues, "I want you to fuck me with anything you want. Your cock, your fingers, your tongue, whatever."

"Good," she hears as the fingers return to her slippery hole.

"I want you to use me, take me, fill me, split me open. Fuck me in every hole, any hole, you want!"

He picks up his pace and inserts a third finger now. She starts fucking back, her desire rising with her thoughts and words.

"That's it, stretch my filthy cunt. Use it, it's yours, do whatever you want with it, just keep fucking it with something!"

He starts pummeling her with his fingers. Fucking her so hard he is almost lifting her off of the ground. Her head flies up and her eyes open as he shoves his hand in deep and holds it there. She realizes he's added his fourth finger. He starts to quickly vibrate his hand without pulling it out. She can feel his thumb pressing against her ass.

"That's it baby, fuck my ass too! It's yours, take it!"

And so he does, shoving his thumb in while still vibrating her whole body. The risk, the buildup, and the filthiness of what she is doing come screaming up to her sense of right and wrong. Everything about this is wrong, perverse, immoral and worthy of the most intense orgasm she might have ever had. It comes crashing through the thoughts and overwhelms her and she throws her head back in a silent scream. Her whole body tenses and just as she begins to shake she sees the door start to open on the landing below.

Feeling her orgasm overtake her he ceases the onslaught of her well-worked hole and just holds his hand still. All four fingers are still deep inside her as well as his thumb, which is fully inserted into her ass.

He watches her head come up and from his vantage point to the side of her also sees and hears the door open. He doesn't move as her body begins to shake violently, her cunt pulsating on what is essentially his entire hand, her asshole clenched tightly around his thumb. He can tell that she sees the door as she suddenly tenses even harder; she pushes against the rail but does not attempt to stand. He holds her firmly in place as her shaking subsides but only because she is holding it in. Her muscles clamp down on his hand and stay flexed contrary to their rapid spasms of a moment ago.

He watches her as a man emerges from the doorway. The unsuspecting figure is focused on a cell phone or blackberry and starts immediately down the flight of stairs ahead of him. She sees this as well and realizes that the most critical moment has passed; he did not glance up while on the landing. Relaxing a bit she is caught off guard by the resurgence of her orgasm. Having not run its course before the slight relaxation of her will allows it to break free of its jailer and it jumps right back to its full intensity. Surprised, she gasps audibly even as her right hand leaves the railing in a feeble attempt to stop it from escaping her lips.

Her head drops and her eyes snap shut, as she can't bear to see if the interloper in the stairwell hears and thus looks up. Thus she misses the moment when the man on the stairs does glance up. Being a third of the way down the flight his angle is such that he can see her hand on the rail, the top of her head and the bare chest of the man seemingly standing beside her. Still reeling from her orgasm she doesn't hear the faltering steps as the two men lock gazes. The man on the stair, having the momentum of travel, does not stop completely and it takes several steps for all of the possibilities of the situation to run through his mind. As he is about to decide the man above flashes him a smile not unlike that of the Cheshire cat and suddenly he knows. As the shock registers he drops his gaze back to his feet and continues down the stairs, stumbling as he hurries his pace.

As the intruder vanishes under the edge of the landing he slowly pulls his hand from her. The footsteps become more and more faint and she lets out a low sigh into her hand as she is left with that empty feeling again. She replaces her hand on the rail and slowly opens her eyes. Just as she is starting to catch her breath she is suddenly and roughly jerked by her hair to an upright position. Her stance is such that she has to let go of the railing to stand and as she does her hands go involuntarily to her head and the hand pulling her hair. They are stopped midway by his forearm, which knocks them down his free hand grabbing her right wrist tightly to keep them there. She squeezes her eyes shut and clenches her teeth to keep from crying out or inadvertently looking at him.


Meet Me at the Door



His cell phone rang as he was leaving the office and climbing into his car. He pulled it from the clip and flipped it open, saw who it was and smiled as he spoke into the phone.

"Hello there."

"Hi." A husky voice answered. "Are you on your way home?"

"I am. Where are you?"

"I'm already home."

"You are? Did you leave early?" he asked as he started the car and guided it out of the parking lot towards the street. 

"I wrapped up things and decided to come home early. Do some things, clean, laundry..." she trailed off. 

"I see. And are you calling to see what I want for dinner?" he joked.

He heard her laugh in response and smiled. 

"No, I wasn't calling for that. I was calling to ask a favor."

"Oh, and what's the favor?" he asked, as he turned the car onto the next street. 

"Well as I said, I'm doing laundry..."

"Yes..."

"And well, if I do all the laundry, I won't have anything to wear, and I was wondering..."

He smiled at the image of her not wearing anything. 

"What were you wonderin', baby?" 

"Would you mind if I wore one of your shirts...just while I do the laundry?" she said huskily. "Please?"

He groaned, and put pressure on the accelerator of the car. He cleared his throat and switched the phone to his other hand. 

"You want to wear one of my shirts..."

"While I do the laundry." She affirmed. "One of your button down ones... maybe your blue jean one? I like that one."

"The blue jean one." He repeated, hoping like hell he wasn't going to pass a cop on the way home. 

"Yes. I really like that one. It's soft and worn, and feels nice." Her voice seduced him while she talked. "I mean, I won't have anything on underneath, and it feels comfortable against my skin." 

He shifted in his seat, feeling pressure in his pants as he imagined her in his shirt with nothing on underneath. He took a cursory glance around and groaned in frustration as someone pulled out in front of him. 

"So..." he turned on his turn signal and blew past three cars and pushed on the accelerator even more. 

"I know you're driving...so if you have to hang up..." she trailed off. 

"No...no...I'm ok." He reassured her. "So...if I know you, you've already got that shirt on and are just asking me to let me know you're wearing it." He chuckled softly. 

"Oh now, why would you think that?" She laughed.

"Because I know you." He shot back.

"Well, I thought maybe you'd want to know...in case you had somewhere to be and wanted to wear it."

"Mmmm, and you just had to call and ask, didn't you?" he murmured, seeing his road up ahead and accelerating faster. 

"I wanted to be fair." She whispered throatily. 

"Fair?" he chuckled. "You think it's fair to call me and tell me on my way home, behind the wheel of a car, that you're home early, in one of my shirts, with nothing on underneath?" 

"I bet your home in record time." She whispered. 

"I'm almost there." He murmured, as he flew down the road. "So...do you have it on?" 

"Mmmm...well yes. I do." She answered. "Is that ok? I could take it off..."

"No...no don't take it off." He groaned. "Just...."

"Yes?"

"Do you have it buttoned all the way?" he asked, torturing himself as he saw his house in the distance. 

"Not all of them."

He shifted again in his seat and pulled into his driveway. 

"Baby?"

"Yes?" 

"Meet me at the door." He bit out as he threw off his seat belt, turned off the car and climbed out. He shut his phone and practically ran up the front porch to the door. He saw the door open, and she stepped out and leaned against the doorframe. 

He looked her up and down from her curly brown hair, over her face, down the blue denim shirt, and her bare legs. He saw her smile at him as her hand trailed her fingers in the opening of the shirt just at her breasts and smiled at him. He stepped up to her just close enough to touch. 

"Hi." She whispered. 

"Hi." He reached out and ran his fingers from her neck down over her skin to the closed button of the shirt. 

He stepped forward into the house, his chest brushing hers. She backed up slowly, never taking her eyes off his. She heard the door close and felt the wall against her back as she watched his hands come up on either side of her head as he leaned into her. 

"Laundry, huh?" he murmured while watching her lick her lips. 

"What?" she slowly slid her hands up his chest. "You don't believe me?"

He chuckled and brushed his mouth over hers. He felt her hands slide around his neck and her mouth open under his. He felt her tongue flutter against his lower lip and slide into his mouth. He pushed his body into hers and felt her hands in his hair. He shifted his thigh between her legs and felt the heat of her through his pants. 

She moaned into his mouth as he stroked his tongue against hers, and began sliding slowly against his thigh. Her hands slid her hands from his neck and began undoing his shirt buttons frantically, popping one off and heard it hit the floor. 

She finally tore it open and dove her hands inside the shirt and stroked his warm skin. They both moaned as her fingers stroked his nipples then began pulling his shirt out from his pants. She tore her mouth from his.

"Get this off." She panted, as she attempted to shove it off his shoulders. He lowered his arms and let her shove the shirt down his arms to the floor. She reached for his belt as she felt his mouth on her neck, slowly licking and sucking his way to her ear. She gasped and slid his belt open and reached for the button of his pants, slowly opening it and sliding down the zipper. 

"Oh God." She moaned as she slid her hands inside his underwear and shoved them and his pants past his hips. 

"Something there you want, little girl?" he whispered into her ear as his hands went the front of denim shirt. He attempted to unbutton the first button, and then felt her hands on his cock, her fingers wrapped around him lightly and stroking gently. 

"I want you." She whispered, running her thumb over the head of his cock swiping the precum off and lifted her hand up and sucked it off her thumb. 

He ripped open the shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. 

He cupped her breasts in his hands and slid down slightly and lifted her up under her arms, pinning her against the wall. 

She panted, braced her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips, leaning her forehead against his. He looked into her eyes and pushed his hips forward. 

He reached down between them, took his cock in his hand and guided it to her warm pussy. 

"Slide down on me, babe." He groaned as he felt her heat on the tip of his cock. 

She tilted her hips and slid downward, feeling the head slip into her, she gasped and wrapped her legs tighter and thrust her hips down, taking his cock into her. 

He moaned and pushed her harder into the wall, bracing his hands on her hips. 

"Hold on." He panted into her open mouth, sliding his tongue in.

She moaned as he began to thrust his hips forward in a slow rhythm. 

"Harder." She whispered. "Please." She buried her face in his neck and bit down softly on his neck. She licked her way to his ear and licked the lobe into her mouth. 

"Take me baby. Please." She moaned into his ear as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and whimpered as he thrust harder into her. 

He pumped harder, grunting into her ear, panting hard, pulling her closer to him with his hands on her butt, bringing her down on him as he pumped into her pussy. 

"Yes baby. Please." She panted, her head falling back against the wall. "Just like that. Oh.....God baby..." she whimpered.

He thrust faster, loving the feel of her wet pussy around his cock. He saw her breasts bouncing with each thrust, felt her pussy clench around him, knowing she was close. 

"Come on sweetheart." He whispered. "Cum for me. Cum on me." He groaned and began to pump harder and thrust her against her wall. 

"Ooohh yesssssss...." She wrapped herself around him and pumped her hips against his. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes..." she chanted over and over as her eyes closed and she lost herself. He thrust hard and lost himself as he pumped into her and came with a shout, pinning her to the wall, panting against her neck. 

He slowed his thrusts and let her relax against him, holding her against the wall. He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek. She smiled and opened her eyes. She shifted her hips slightly, watching him close his eyes. 

"I'm so happy you're home." She whispered and laughed when he swatted her rear. 



Meet Me At The Ferris Wheel



This was only their second date and the local county fair had came to town. She was so excited to get a call from him the night before asking if she would like to go on a date there and she very kindly agreed. She was a middle aged woman, who was just getting over a bad divorce. She never had any children, but he on the other hand did. He was a very stern man in his early forties and been married years before. He had never been married again, probably because he was so stubborn. He was to pick her up at six o'clock and he would drive his truck.

She was a very attractive female, curvy, tan, and blonde. Everything you could possibly want in a woman. He was a very handsome man:tall, salt and pepper hair, and he was a cowboy. This really turned her on and made her want him everytime she saw him but she knew she had to keep her composure. When he knocked on the door, she was wearing a short blue jean skirt, a halter top shirt which showed off her nice shoulders and sandles. He was wearing blue jeans, a cowboy hat, button up shirt, and his belt buckle. She could feel herself already getting wet but put on a smile and headed out the door.

He opened the door to his white truck and when she stepped up into it, she made sure he noticed she was wearing no panties. He looked quickly and got a quick glimpse of her tan, newly shaven pussy and it made his penis erect at that very moment. They both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, with her grinning at him, until he finally closed the door and got into the truck.

On the way down, they had casual conversation about life, future plans, and also goals they wanted to achieve. She wanted a farm with animals, especially horses. He wanted a wife that cooks everyday. She loved that he had a great sense of humor and he loved her smile. The sexual chemistry between them was building and no touching had even occured yet. Finally, they arrived at the fair and he came to open her door and help her out of the truck. She made sure to flash him again, but this time she also bent over when she got out to show what kind of tits she had. He seemed to liked the view because she noticed the bulge sticking out in his jeans and this made her shaved pussy that much more wet.

He paid for them to get in and they spot the ferris wheel. He asked her would she like to ride it and she said that was her favorite ride. They both got into the ride, and the door shut. She looked over at him and kissed him. She placed her hand on his cheek and whispered in his ear to take his hand and feel her pussy. At first, he didn't move. So, as they passionately kissed while the ride was moving, she took his hand and placed it between her legs. Then, she moved his fingers between her pussy lips. He thought in his mind how soft her pussy felt to his hands. He was taking his finger and slowly moving it in circles, like the ferris wheel was going, around her clit. He felt how wet she was becoming and this was making his cock become as hard as it could get. She unzipped his pants to give it some relief, but it wasnt enough. 

He whispered to her that he wanted her to take him in her mouth, all eight inches. She was happy to do so. She started at the head, and slowly sucked on it as if it was a popsicle. He was still fingering her and at this time she was dripping all over the seat. She then licked up and down the shaft as if it was a sucker, the last one she would ever get in her lifetime. She then put his dick all in her mouth. He let out a sigh of relief. He looked down at her and told her how good it felt and placed his hand on top of her head. She was sucking his dick like she had never sucked a cock before. She would go fast, then right when he would get ready to cum, she would stop and slow down. She deep throated him, which he loved and would press down on the back of her head. Then, she took her tongue and licked the head of his dick, sucked it hard, and then deep throated him for the last time til he came all in her mouth. She loved the way he tasted. As he shot the warm cum into her, she almost came herself. He stuck another finger in her, which made three, and kept thrusting them in and out like a dick. Finally, she had all she could take. Her pussy quivered with excitement and she came and moaned. 

Finally, the ride came to an end and they both exited. The two both enjoyed the rest of the fair, enjoying the food, riding more rides, and then it got late and was time to go home. He took her home and as he walked her up to her door he asked if she had a good time? She kissed him and told him yes. He said maybe they can go out again soon, and she said we will and meet on the ferris wheel.



Meet Me at the Hotel Room



My music is playing softly in the background on my laptop; it's still open to the last msn message, where I sent you my hotel info and room number. My heart is beating rapidly, my pulse jumping in my throat ... I can't believe I'm doing this, meeting a stranger off of the internet – but your emails, and then the IM conversations, got me so wet and excited that I decided to take a chance on you. 

I'm wearing a sheer green robe that falls to mid-thigh and matching lacy green panties. The material of the robe rubs against my nipples, still hard and sensitive from our last conversation... I wander back to re-read it, my fingers sliding between my thighs and stroking lightly over the material of my panties. They're so damp, they cling – I close my eyes and let my head fall back, sliding the material to the side and stroking my slick flesh. 

I jump when I hear a knock at the door, and my heart starts racing again; I hesitate, and then walk to the door, open it a crack to peek out at you before pulling back to let you in. You smile slowly as you take in the robe, my hard nipples, the shadow of my body under the sheerness of the material. I start to say something, but you lay a finger over my lips and shake your head. I hesitate, and then slowly slide my lips over your finger, wrapping my tongue around you while looking into your eyes and shrugging my robe back off of my shoulders. It puddles at my feet, and I'm naked except for panties in front of you. 

You pull away a moment to shut the door, and then wrap your hand in my hair, pulling my head back and lightly kissing my jawline. My hands rest against your shoulders, trembling slightly, as you slowly suck my earlobe into your mouth, and then bite softly. I gasp a bit at the sudden sharpness, and press into you. You back me up, step by step, towards the bed – your free hand exploring my body, cupping my breast as you rub a thumb across my nipple. My knees hit the edge of the bed and buckle, and you let my hair slide free of your hand as I kneel in front of you. I peek up through my lashes, and then slowly unbuckle your belt and slide your jeans down your thighs. You step out of them and kick them to the side, and I drag my nails over your skin teasingly before leaning forward and licking at the salty flesh of your inner thigh. I drag your boxers down over your hips, and draw in a breath, almost a moan, as your cock comes free. 

I wrap my hand around your length, slowly stroking up and down, and reach between your legs to caress your balls with my other hand. Your breathing quickens, and I lean in to flicker my tongue over the head of your penis – just a quick teasing flick at first, and then take it between my lips, savouring the taste as the length of you slides over my tongue. I moan softly around you, pull back and then take you deeper, til the head of your cock presses against the back of my throat. I pause a moment, hands resting on your thighs, and then slowly remove my mouth, giving the head of your cock one last swirl of the tongue.

"I love the taste of your cock ..." I sigh softly before I lick and suck at your balls, massaging my tongue around them while I jerk you off. You groan at my words, and wrap your hand over my hand, showing me how you want me to work your cock. 

"Fuck, you're such a dirty little slut," you say to me. I whimper and slide my hand under my panties, playing with my clit as I jerk you off. I suck the head of your cock back into my hot mouth, holding the shaft as I bob my head up and down – you fist a hand in my hair as your hips jerk in time to my motions, and I gag slightly, rubbing my clit a little harder. I spread my knees wider, and slide a finger in my cunt, then a second – slowly fucking myself at the same pace you're fucking my mouth at. I rub my tongue against the sensitive underside of your shaft, and take you as far back into my throat as I can and hold you there for a minute before bobbing back up and swirling my tongue around the tip. You growl slightly, and pull away from me, smiling when I make a noise of disappointment. Then you're pulling my hair, using it to bring me to my feet and shoving me back onto the bed – I yelp as you jerk my panties down around my thighs and your fingers replace mine, fucking me harder and faster than I'd been doing. 

"Oh, oh, fuck – yes yes, just like that," I chant against your shoulder, biting and then licking to soothe the sting in your shoulder. My hips thrust up to meet your hand, grinding as your thumb presses hard against my clit. You kiss me hard, your tongue thrusting into my mouth as your fingers move inside me, and I moan into your mouth. You use your other hand to pinch and twist my nipples, riding the edge between pain and pleasure. 

"Mmm ... you like being treated like my little bitch?" you ask me, leaning back to watch the expressions on my face as you work your fingers in and out of me. I nod and close my eyes, blushing slightly. Your fingers stop.

"Tell me," you demand. "Say it." 

I whine slightly, trying to move against your hand. 

"I like being treated like your little bitch," I say breathlessly, opening my eyes and looking up at you. "Please, please, I need you to fuck me – please make me your little bitch and let me cum." 

You pull my panties the rest of the way off and press my thighs apart as wide as they'll go. 

"Good girl," you growl against my lips, kissing me hard again. You take my hand and pull it towards my clit. "Fuck yourself while I watch." You pull out a condom, and sit back, watching me. I blush and slowly begin caressing myself, running my fingers over my lips and clit before slowly thrusting my fingers inside of me again. I feel empty without your fingers. You watch me intently, sliding the condom on and stroking yourself in time to my movements. I run the tip of my tongue over my lips and run my free hand over my breasts, rubbing my nipples. 

"Please fuck me?" I beg softly, and then gasp as you pull me to you, the condom on and you inside of me almost before I've finished speaking. I wrap my legs around your waist and arch into you, my soft flesh clenching tight and hot around you. I grind up against you as you thrust hard and fast into me. I cling to you, moaning and gasping as you fuck me hard; you hook my knee over your elbow and lean forward, bending my leg as far up as it will go, and slow down, pumping in and out of me with teasing strokes. I wiggle in frustration, but can only take what you give me with the way you've got me pinned. I reach down between us, rubbing my clit and your shaft as you move in and out, reaching further to cup and play with your balls as you fuck me. 

You shift again, letting go of my leg to put your hands on my hips and begin fucking me in earnest. I can feel my orgasm starting, clenching low and spreading through me as you wrap your hand lightly against my throat and squeeze gently. I tighten and buck beneath you as I cum, my nails digging into your hips as I fuck you back as hard as I can. 

You make a guttural noise in the back of your throat when you start to cum, fucking me at a furious pace. You collapse on top of me, breathing hard, and I stroke your back. After a few minutes rest, you kiss my cheek and stand up to get dressed. I lay sprawled on the bed, limp and still warm with the afterglow. 

"See ya later," you say and wink at me as you head out of the room. 

I still don't know your name.



Meet Me at the Movies



"Hey listen, I have a great idea." he said as soon as she picked up the phone. He always caught her at the right time and for that he was grateful. The thought of not being able to talk to her was enough to break his heart, but then again he was just a pathetic romantic. 

"I have an idea that I wanted to pass by you." 

"Oh really... Let me see. You want me to run away with you to Fiji." she said sarcastically. 

"Hmm... that's not a bad idea but uhhh... No." he rolled his eyes. "I have a plan that is not as extreme." 

"Ok.. I'm listening." this was her 'I give in' voice. He knew he better just come out with it before she got ticked. She hated playing guessing games. 

"Well, if you look out the window you will see that it is raining." 

"Yea.. and?" 

"I'm getting there." he did enjoy teasing her by saying this. 

"I want you to play hooky with me. I have already arranged for 2 tickets to go see some stupid movie in a theatre about 20 minutes away. I have the tickets so you can't say no." He was really hoping she would bite. They had yet to meet and he figured this was the perfect opportunity, and he was hoping she would think so too. 

"Really???" she said in a low tone trying to hide the conversation from prying ears. 

"Yea... I figured this would be a good opportunity for us to meet." 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"If you are interested let's do it before I change my mind." he said 

"Ok.. give me the name and time and I will make an excuse to free up my afternoon." she hung up the phone trying to figure out just what was gonna happen when they met. She decided if nothing happened that was ok but she was gonna make sure she was ready just in case. 

About an hour later he was standing in the lobby of the movie theatre waiting. She walked in and found him quickly. He had no idea what she looked like but she had seen an image of him and knew she could pic him out. He relied on that. A tap on the shoulder and he turned around. Standing in front of him was a beautiful woman with a cute but nervous smile on her face. 

"Hello.." she said to him. He was stopped dead in his tracks. His nerves kicked in too making it difficult for him to do or say anything. 

"Hi... " was what he could get out without stuttering. "I.... I.. I'm glad you decided to meet me." and he let out a nervous smile of his own. He looked her over and was just in awe of her sultry beauty. She was wearing a peach sundress that had buttons running halfway down the front and it fit her nicely. "You really are a very stunning woman." 

"Thank you" and she gave him a light kiss on the cheek. 

"Mmmm... " was what he got out as she grabbed him by the hand and off they went in the direction of the movie theatre. This theatre unlike most was broken up into 2 sections, the main floor and the balcony. It was rare to find a balcony so it make it very exciting for them to climb the stairs and find nobody up there. All the way to the right along the last row she sat down next to the wall and he sat down on her left. 

He turned and looked at her, "I never thought we would ever get the chance to meet, you surprised me by taking me up on this." 

"I know I kinda suprised myself." she said looking at him and smiling. "But I figured if I am gonna do this I might as well go for it." 

"Ohhh... really, and what do you expect to happen?" he said. 

"Well.... " she just smiled back and him. She shifted in her seat and leaned his way. He moved in closer to her until they were practically touching. They stared at each other and he took the time to look at her more closely. Her skin was beautiful and her scent was heavenly, and with a deep inhale he took her all in. 

"Hmmm.. you smell great." he said. 

"Thank you, sweety." 

The theatre lights dimmed as the previews were starting to show. He reached over and took her hand and just held it as they stared at one another. It was obvious that there was a physical as well as mental connection between them. Her hand was warm and soft. Leaning closer to him she pressed her lips to his stealing a very sweet and soft kiss. A chill ran throught his body. 

She looked at him and said, "I have something for you." 

She guided his hand onto her leg and he instantly felt the sheer material of her stockings as it felt against her leg. She kept his hand there and let him rub the flesh of her thigh. He longed to touch her especially somewhere sexual. Controlling his hand she guided him higher and higher until he was touching the top lace ring of her stockings and then before he knew it he was flesh to flesh with her inner thigh. Almost instantly she gasped at his touch, and it was obvious that she also craved his touch and him. 

"You are almost there... don't stop" she told him. Silently he moved his hand on his own sliding them along her flesh. His fingers found the tender part of her skin where her thigh and hip met. Instantly he felt the sheer nylon panties that she wore. His wasted no time running his hand up and down the outside of her panties feeling her pussy beneath the material. He left them on her for the time being and massaged every inch of her pussy. He pushed on the material and could feel it get very wet. 

"God you are wet... " he smiled at her. ".. and this will seem dry when I get done." She held his arm as he played with her, making her wet and pushing on the fabric until it was going up into her. Within only a minutes or so, they were totally drenched from her juices. He was very eager to touch her flesh unhindered and started to pull on her panties. She helped him remove them. 

"Give me that... " he told her. 

"What are you gonna do?" she moaned. 

"You will see." and he took a hold of them. 

He held it up to his face and breathed her in, savoring her smell and her moistness that she left behind. "mmmmmmmm..." he sighed. He pulled it away long enough to unfold it and get it turned the right way. In his hand he held the crotch part that was soaked with her cum. "I want you to lick this." She let out a gasp of excitement, and a small smirk. Never had anyone asked her to do something this dirty and erotic. 

"But what if I...." 

"You don't have a choice." he said holding it in her face. His forcefulness made her pussy ooze more of her juice onto the theatre seat. She was starting to feel just how wet it was. She moved forward and held his hand pulling it closer to her mouth. She opened up and ran her tongue over the material tasting her own pussy on it. The smell and taste only heightened her level of sexual excitement. 

"Oh.. yes... " she licked. "mmmm I love how my pussy tastes." saying this quietly so nobody else in the theatre could hear her. He handed her the panties to hold in her hand and lick as she felt the need. His hand was back between her legs and for the first time he realized that she had totally shaved her pussy. There was not one bit of hair and it was as smooth as glass. It was even more so by the pure clear liquid that emanated from her hot wet hole. 

"How does that feel" he asked as he rubbed from her clit down to the bottom of her twat and back up again. 

"Oh god that feels great" she said through the panties that she was now sucking on in her mouth. "Please don't stop, I want to cum." His hand worked her flesh all around and even pulled on her lips which just added to the entire sexual rage she was in. 

His hand stopped and rested on her clit. By now his hand was totally wet and he made sure to cover her thighs with her own cum like he were painting with a brush. He grabbed her clit with 2 fingers and gave it a pinch and then moved it back and forth. She arched her back in response, and she wasn't concerned with anyone seeing her. She bit down on her panties to keep her moans as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. Two of his fingers were pressed hard against her clit and they were going around in circles very quickly. Another wave hit and she sank into the chair a little further. A stronger wave hit when his fingers pulled away just far enough for him to bring them down to tap at her clit. A small slap. He worked her clit very fast and very hard and she had to stop herself from jumping out of the chair. 

"Ohh... god.. I'm cumming.." she said through the material. He felt a huge gush from her pussy as her orgasm rocked her body and it made her wet beyond belief. 

"I have wanted to do that to you ever since I met you" he told her. She grabbed his hand and lifted it to her mouth and she sucked on his cum soaked fingers tasting the wild orgasm that her body just released. 

"Hmmm... and I hope you get the chance to do that again." she sank further back and rested waiting to start up again. 

"Would you like to touch my cock?" and before she could answer she noticed that his pants were undone and he already had it out and was playing with it. She reached over and discreetly put her fingers on it then wrapped them around it like you would a baseball bat. Holding her hand there she could feel how his cock throbbed. The head of his penis swelled up in her hand making her want it more and more. Slowly she moved her hand up and down over the entire length of the shaft and it grew harder moment by moment. 

For what seemed a long time she sat there holding his cock, stoking it with her left hand while she played with her pussy with her right. It was a very relaxed erotic experience. She explored his flesh while making her own very hot. 

"Oh... that feels good. I like it nice and easy like this, I can enjoy it and savor it." he told her. They sat back and watched a little bit of the movie, and only once did she remove her hand from his cock and that was to put 3 fingers up into her twat, getting them wet to cover his penis. She made the surface slippery with her own juices. He let out a moan when he felt the warm liquid on her fingers. 

"Ahhh... mmmmmmm.." he groaned. His head went back and he closed his eyes as he just let her slide over his shaft. His body tingled with the feeling making him shiver all over. 

"Ohh.. yea.. that is great" 

"Your cock feels so nice and hard." she said sounding upset that she could not just get down and suck it. She knew that it would have to wait for another time. 

"Do me a favor." he purred. 

"Anything..." she said eagerly. 

"Give me your panties again." 

No questions asked she handed him the panties that were still wet from her own pussy juices. He held them in his left and put it back up to his nose inhaling the wonderful aroma. 

"Now make me cum" he told her. 

Her hand was moving up and down faster and faster. He felt the warm wetness as it slid over his shaft, and the sound of flesh on flesh could be heard louder and louder. His leaned to one side getting closer to her and moaned in her ear as she pumped him. Long solid stokes that she was matching with his groans, brought him to a higher level of excitement. 

"ohh... I'm cumming..." his moan got louder. 

"That's it baby cum for me" as she said this she watched as he put her panties over his cock and she felt his body tremble signaling the release of his cum in a hard orgasm. He shuttered from head to toe as the last few waves of ecstasy flowed out of him. He breathed hard with long inhale and exhales as he tried to keep quiet and regain his normal breathing. 

"Mmmm that was amazing..." he told her. She still had a hand on her pussy rubbing and keeping her clit hard. 

"Yea that was hot." she replied. He used her panties to catch all of his cum and was now wiping it all up to make sure it all was in the material. Lifting it up he reached over and handed the cloth to her, motioning for her to take it. She grabbed it and held it with both hands. 

"Now lick my cum off of your panties." 

She almost came again on the spot when he said this. Eagerly she placed her panties up to her face and opening her mouth she pushed her tongue against his cum and licked. She felt it thick against her tongue and savored ever last drop. When she was done she had totally removed all of his cum and was sucking on the fabric to get the taste of her own pussy on her tongue. 

"Oh god that was great." she told him. 

"I want to do more than that, but time will not allow" he said in a sigh. 

"We will just have to make time my love." 

The left the theatre not knowing what would happen next, but they both looked forward to whatever the next encounter would bring.



Meet Me For A Drink



I'm a little late to meet my boyfriend, so I'm hurrying and digging in my purse at the same time. It's dark in the hotel bar compared to the late afternoon sun, and I stumble a little, and strong arms reach out to steady me. I'm embarrassed, but I look up, blushing, and into dark eyes and a half smile. 

"You ok?" 

"Yeah, I am, I'm so sorry, I'm supposed to meet someone here and I got lost and now I'm late and ... shit." 

He laughs a little at me, motions to the empty stool beside him and asks me what I'd like to drink. I'm not sure I should, really, I don't just drink with just anyone, but looking into his face, I decide to take a chance. I sit down gratefully, order a Jack & Coke and drink it a little too fast, trying not to let on that I know he's staring at me. Order another drink, knock it back and I'm a little more relaxed. 

We talk a little, and he moves closer, I pretend I don't notice, but lean forward just a little and catch the slightest trace of his scent and breathe deeply. Damn he smells good. I have another drink, and it's catching up to me - I can feel my face getting hot. His hand is on my arm, then on my thigh and I'm getting a little wet. I realize I'm flirting with him, flashing my best smile, leaning over when I don't need to to see if he looks down my dress (he does) and sucking on my index finger to see if his eyes follow (they do). I hear him groan ever so softly and catch myself - what the hell am I doing? I excuse myself, and I walk unsteadily to the bathroom, splash water on my face and lean on the sink for a minute.

The door opens, but my eyes are mostly closed and I don't look to see who it is. The lights go off, and I panic slightly, not sure where the light switch is in here, or if I should walk right now with trembling legs. I hear footsteps behind me, and feel arms around my waist, lips and teeth on my neck and a voice telling me roughly to be quiet. One hand on my back, pushing me down, the other up under my dress, yanking down my panties - legs in between mine, pushing them apart, fingers spreading my pussy.


I hear a zipper being yanked down and feel his cock, already hard, rubbing against me and then being pushed in all at once, so fast it hurts a little and I let out a little scream. He puts his hand over my mouth and tells me to shut up and take it and I'm a little scared and surprised to find I'm wet. 

He fucks me hard and fast, reaching around to twist my nipples through my clothes, and I'm breathing hard, his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me back against him and pushing me away, pulling me back again. I can't hear anything but our ragged breaths and the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of me, he slaps my ass and I can't help moaning out loud. I can feel myself tightening, gripping his cock, and I know I'm going to come. 

He knows it too, and he thrusts in and out faster, harder and I can't hold it in, I'm coming and screaming at the same time. Before I'm done, he pulls out, forces me on to my knees and sticks his finger in my mouth, then pulls it out and shoves his cock in so fast I almost gag on it, but I can taste myself on him and it turns me on even more. He tangles his hand in my hair and fucks my mouth, pulling my head back and forth on his cock, groaning, and I feel him getting bigger, I know he's going to come and I'm ready, but he pulls out, reaches down and yanks open my dress, strokes himself a couple times and comes on my tits. 

I can hear him getting dressed, zipping up, belt buckle jangling slightly, then footsteps walking away and as the door opens, the light flips back on... I'm slightly blind, it was so dark, but I can smell his come on me, can feel the soreness between my legs and I stand up and clean myself off, legs shaking the whole time.

I walk out, and back to the bar and see him - you - sitting there, smiling that half smile at me and when I get close enough to you, you grab me by the hips, in exactly the same place your fingers were five minutes ago, pull me close to you and kiss me softly, "that what you wanted, baby?" 

"Oh hell yeah it was - you just wait until we get to the car..."



Meet Me For A Rendezvous



At work one day, you receive a telegram. Curiously opening the envelope, of course expecting bad news, you are delighted by the invitation that you've received...it says "meet me at the cabin at 7:30 tonight...don't be late!"

Hurriedly, you finish your work, and grabbing your things, rush out the door, glancing at your watch. Damn, only three hours to be there. Racing to your car, you throw open the door and jump inside. Starting the engine, you race away from work and towards the scenic mountains only a few short hours away.

Upon approaching the cabin in the dark, you notice that the cabin is strangely dim. Knowing that you had a rendezvous there in just a few moments, you thought it would've been much brighter inside the tiny, secluded log house. 

Parking the car, and switching off the engine, you glance tentatively at the cabin door, waiting anxiously for me to throw it open and run out to greet you. But, the door remains closed.

Opening the car door, you step out, stretch and walk towards the porch, wondering what could be happening. Reaching for the door knob and twisting it, you push the door open to glance inside the cabin...

...Before you is the darkened living room, lit only by dozens and dozens of burning candles. You enter cautiously, stepping quietly into the room and closing the door behind you. Further into the room, you see a small table set up in the center of the room, two tall candles burning in it's center, empty plates and glasses adorning each side. A bucket of ice, with a bottle of wine, chills on a stand next to it. Calling my name, you wait for my answer...

...When you receive no response, you walk to the table and look down over it. You see a small note placed on one plate. Picking it up, you read it's contents. It says, "take off your jacket and sit on the couch...close your eyes!" 

Removing your jacket, you hurriedly sit on the long couch, settling comfortably into it's plush thickness. You close your eyes and wait...

...Before long, you feel my hands slide over your shoulders and across your chest, wrapping snugly around you. My lips brush lightly across your earlobe, my breath warm against your skin. Your hands reach up to caress my arms, rubbing them softly. "Can I open my eyes?" you ask.

"No" I tell you, "Not yet." 

I bury my lips in the valley between your jaw and shoulder, kissing your neck softly, my tongue darting out and licking the skin lightly.

I move my mouth to the tender skin on the back of your neck and kiss it tenderly, again licking it lightly. I can feel you shiver under my arms. 

Reaching my fingers up to the top button of your shirt, I slowly slip it from the hole, and open the next button. Sliding my hands inside the open collar of your shirt, I run my warm fingertips over your hot skin, feeling your heartbeat racing under my palms.

You turn your face towards mine, your eyes still closed, and seek out my warm lips. I lean in and touch your lips lightly with my own. I dart my tongue out to taste your lips and you eagerly suck it into your mouth, drawing it's slick warmth deep inside your mouth. You reach up with one warm hand and cup my jaw in your palm, pulling my face closer for a deeper kiss.

Slowly moving over the back of the couch to settle lightly on your lap, I again kiss you. You cup my face with both hands, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. My fingers move to the buttons of your shirt, and once again, begin to slide each button from it's hole, kissing each new piece of exposed skin. As the last button slides free, I pull the bottom of your shirt free from your pantsline and draw the shirt off your shoulders, kissing your collarbone and shoulders lovingly. 

You lean forward to let me pull your shirt off and drop it to the floor...your breath quickens as your chest brushes mine and you realize I am wearing nothing on my chest. My nipples brush across yours, the nubs become hard and erect from the contact.

Wanting to open your eyes, I again tell you no. Your hands slide up my sides to cup by tits in your palms. Your squeeze them lightly, weighing them with your hands, fondling the hard nipples with your fingertips. I moan in pleasure. I can feel your cock growing harder in your pants as it presses urgently against my most sensitive spot. 

Moving my hands to the button of your pants, I slide it free from the hole and grip the zipper with my fingers, slowly sliding it down. I reach inside and touch your cock, it's hardness throbbing against it's confines.

Taking your hands from my tits, you reach down and grasp the waistband of your pants, and with me still atop your lap, you lift your hips and slide them down. I move a little to let them pass under my hot body, and you kick them aside. 

With no clothes between us, you now know that no cloth covers the lower half of my body either, including my hot pussy. Your hands go to my hips and begin kneading the soft skin. Your hard cock settles between my legs, pressing hard against my wet pussy. I moan softly and wiggle my hips a little. You inhale sharply and also moan, grabbing my hips fiercely to settle my movements.

Sliding slowly down off your lap to settle on my knees before you, I take your cock in my hand and begin to stroke it firmly. My hand squeezes it lightly, the slow stroking making your skin hot. Your breathing halts as you wait for what is to come next. 

With much deliberate slowness, I lean down and tenderly kiss the head of your cock. Your body jumps, a moan escaping from your lips. Smiling evilly to myself, I open my hot mouth and engulf the head. Again you moan loudly. I can feel your hand settle on the back of my head, pressing lightly.

My hand leads the way as I open my mouth wide and slide my hot mouth down the long length of your cock, my nose settling against your belly. Your cock presses firmly against the back of my throat as my the muscles contract around the head. 

I begin to move my mouth up and down the full hard length of your hard cock, my hand stroking in place of my mouth when I move up. I press my lips together to make the O of my mouth tighter against your cock. I can feel you start to raise and lower your hips in time with my mouth and hand. 

For several moments, my mouth bobs up and down on your hard pole, feeling it thicken inside my mouth. Your moans urge me on, to feast hungrily.

I feel your hands at my shoulders, pulling me upwards to straddle your lap. Asking again if you can open your eyes, I tell you once again, no. Putting your hands on my hips, you lift my body and settle my wet pussy just above your erect cock. 

With slow deliberateness, I lower myself down to sheath your long cock with my hot pussy, moaning loudly as each inch enters me. I put my hands on your chest to steady myself as I rock slowly back and forth, your cock sliding effortlessly in and out of my wetness. 

You lay your head back on the back of the couch, moaning loudly, and begin to thrust your hips in time with my movements, our bodies meeting together in intimate spots. My head falls back, my long hair touching my back, as I arch towards you.

You can't stand it anymore...you open your eyes and look to my face. Your eyes are filled with lust and passion as you drive your cock harder and deeper in my pussy. The obvious feeling of ecstasy passes visually across your face and it makes me move more urgently on top of your cock. 

You lean up and take a swollen nipple between your lips, sucking on the hard nub like a starving man. Your mouth moves to the other nipple, performing the same torture. We move together in unison, the ripple of orgasm about to flood our systems. My breathing slows as I can feel the riptide begin it's ascent.

Pounding your cock harder and deeper inside me, our bodies slapping hard together, skin against skin. Again you lay your head back as you too feel the riptide flowing. My pussy muscles begin to constrict as I can feel the orgasm starting. Your cock begins to swell as it also assaults you. 

We move faster together, our rhythm almost manic in it's rapidness. Your hands on my hips urge my body faster in movement. I can't stand it anymore...I'm gonna cum soon. The swelling of your cock intimately stretches my sensitive hole, making the orgasm come quicker.

You grunt and thrust your cock hard into my pussy, our bodies slapping together. The waves of orgasm sweep over our senses, driving us harder to reach the pinnacle. 

We move faster and faster as the climax finally hits...our breathing stops, the colors before our eyes swirling brightly, the air suddenly thin and hot.

I arch my back as you thrust one final time into my pussy, filling me with your load of hot cum. I cum simultaneously, my juices flowing freely over you.

As the orgasm begins to fade, my exhausted body falls against yours, our sweat soaked skin rubbing hotly against each other. I rest my head on your shoulder as your strong arms wrap around my back and pull me tighter to you. 

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, you grab a blanket and wrap it around us, the air suddenly chilly against moist skin.

I lift myself slightly, feeling you slide out of me, and stand, taking you by the hand and going out on the porch. We go over to the swing in the corner of the porch and you stretch out across it's length. 

Reaching up and taking my hand, you draw me down to settle in between your outstretched legs, back to belly. You settle the blanket around us once again, and wrap your strong arms around my shoulders and waist. I wiggle against you to get comfortable. I can feel the growl of your soft laughter against my back as you tell me that if I don't stop doing that, we might be making love again...real soon. I lean my head back against your chest and laugh.

As we finally get settled, we look out over the lake at the mountains and all the beauty, drinking our wine and anticipating the next session that will inevitably happen this night...



Meet Me Halfway



"You're what?" Natalie stared at her boyfriend, Mike, in amazement. "You're going where?"

Mike stood with his back to her making a cup of tea in her tiny kitchen. The air was thick with tension and Natalie could feel her stomach contract with disappointment and fear.

"I'm sorry, Nat...there's nothing I can do about it."

"But...a whole month? In Scotland?"

He carried on stirring his tea and Natalie felt tears gathering behind her eyes. February. Traditionally the month for lovers and where would her lover be? In bloody Scotland!

"But you can come home at weekends, surely?"

Mike shrugged. "I doubt it. This course is pretty intensive, you know."

"But Valentine's Day! We were planning to go to Paris!"

He turned finally and put his arms around her. "We can go to Paris in March, Nat. It'll probably be cheaper then anyway. You know what it's like near Valentine's Day. Everything costs more."

She stared at him. This was their first Valentine's Day together and she'd expected so much. In the past she'd always been disappointed. At work, no bouquets had arrived and there hadn't really been any cards, unless you counted the one she always received from her mum.

Natalie turned away from him so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes. She'd been looking forward to their weekend away for so long and even though nothing had been definitely booked, she'd been preoccupied with her thoughts lately and imagining all the things they would do together.

"Look, I'll see what I can do, OK? But there's going to be a whole group of us, Nat. Everyone'll be in the same boat."

She looked at him suspiciously. "Who's going, then?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. All the new people, I suppose. It's training. We've got to do it otherwise I'll be out of a job."

Natalie knew how important this job was to Mike. When they'd first met he'd been in a job he hated and couldn't believe his luck when he found out he'd managed to secure an interview with another firm just after Christmas. It was now mid January and he was still learning about the company, a huge multi-national business that had taken him on as an Account Manager, a job that Natalie joked was just a glorified salesman.

"But why Scotland?"

He sighed. "Because that's where they do all their training. I did tell you." He took a long gulp of tea and picked up the newspaper. "Look...it's a few weeks away. We can do something special before I go, can't we?"

Natalie shrugged. It wouldn't be the same. Just for once she wanted to feel special on Valentine's Day. Nobody had ever really made a fuss of her and this was their first celebration together as a couple. They'd met last April and had quickly become inseparable, and although Mike still had his own flat, he spent most of his time at Natalie's tiny cottage. 

Now, all sorts of thoughts were invading Natalie's mind. That was her problem, she realised, she had too much of a vivid imagination. Suppose he'd met someone at work and this was just a ruse to spend Valentine's Day with her? Surely any self-respecting company wouldn't expect their staff to be away for an entire month, not when it was such a special time?

Feeling angry and alone, Natalie stomped off into the living room and turned on the television. A couple relaxed by a pool in the Caribbean and Natalie sighed angrily. There seemed to be lovey-dovey couples everywhere and it would just get worse as Valentine's Day approached, most of the shops aflame with red love hearts and stupid cuddly toys. Then, of course, there would be the restaurants and hotels offering romantic dinners and breaks...And where would she be? Stuck at home on her own. It's not fair, she thought angrily. For the first time in years I have a boyfriend on Valentine's Day and where will he be? Stuck hundreds of miles away in Scotland...

*

Two weeks later, Natalie said a sleepy goodbye to Mike as he kissed her in bed. It was before dawn and he was on his way to catch a flight to Edinburgh. Despite Mike saying they would do something special before he went, nothing had happened and Natalie had to admit that things had been strained between them since he'd made his announcement. Natalie was angry but she knew how much the job meant to him; her only consolation would be that the job would mean a better future for them...if they were still together. 

They'd made love last night and Mike had been even more loving and gentle than usual. At first she'd tried to resist him, but gradually as his fingers and tongue had worked their magic, she'd surrendered. He was never normally one to bring her to orgasm through oral sex, but he'd spent ages exploring her pussy with his tongue, as if he knew that by doing that she'd forgive him. As she lay panting and full of pleasure after her first delicious climax he'd entered her swiftly and given her another from his long, hard strokes that had left them trembling and gasping. Afterwards, they'd cuddled and kissed and she knew that she would miss him more than he knew.

She heard the front door slam and then silence. She buried her head under the pillow and cried her eyes out, the pent up emotions finally getting release. She could still smell him on her and on the bed sheets and knew that she wouldn't change them until he came back. He hadn't mentioned anything more about Valentine's before he went and Natalie was too proud to give him the huge card she'd already bought. He would just have to have it when he got back, late or not.

Over the next week she kept busy, her job as a hotel receptionist keeping her occupied, but at night, after she'd called Mike and they'd had a brief chat, the evenings stretched out long and empty. Once, when she felt really miserable, she went through all the photos she had of Mike and herself together, but it made things worse, seeing how they'd been happy together. They looked such a great match: he was tall and dark haired with laughing green eyes that had attracted her so much from the first. He was smiling and had his arm around her protectively, loving the fact that she was tiny and so very feminine, her long dark hair falling down her back in waves. He once said that it was her face that had captured him but now she knew that the same face hadn't smiled since he'd gone.

One night she'd tried to persuade him to have phone sex with her as her frustration and loneliness was almost too much to bear. His voice whispering in her ear as she brought herself to orgasm would have been a consolation of sorts and she'd cried down the phone as he'd gently refused. Again, she felt that horrible doubt surface in her mind. Was there someone there with him?

On the Thursday before Valentine's Day, Natalie went into work early as usual, her mind full of the day ahead. The hotel itself was holding a huge Valentine's Ball and part of her duties was to arrange the flowers and balloons. She felt like she was working on autopilot as she took delivery of the red carnations and lilies that were to be the centrepieces of the tables. Thankfully, she'd already arranged to take the Friday and the Monday off as holiday, thinking that they would be flying to Paris for the weekend. When he'd told her he was going to Scotland, she'd considered cancelling the days off, but decided that she would book a few pampering treatments at her local spa to cheer herself up.

Returning to Reception she saw the local florist's delivery man standing at the desk, a huge bouquet of red roses in his hand. "We didn't order roses," Natalie said, thinking that the delivery was for the ball. She checked her notes. "I'm expecting some more carnations, though..."

The delivery man smiled. "These aren't for the hotel, my dear. It looks like these are for you."

Natalie blushed as she was handed the flowers, her heart hammering in her chest. She took the note and with her fingers trembling, read the words Mike had written...

*

Early the next morning, Natalie packed her bag and threw it into the back of her little sports car. It was 4am and she looked at the black sky anxiously. Last night she'd watched the weather forecast and they'd said that a heavy blanket of snow was on the way, affecting northern areas the most. Mike had told her where to find his Valentine's card and inside were directions to a small hotel in the Lake District. He would drive down from Edinburgh and she would meet him halfway. She'd been thrilled and excited last night when she found out what he'd done, and their conversation had been warm and loving. He sounded like he'd been missing her and she'd gone to sleep yearning for his touch.

Although a confident driver, Natalie felt nervous on the long journey up to the Lake District. Once it became light, the sky looked ominous, the grey clouds gathering overhead and pressing down on her as she made her way north. The radio gave out constant weather warnings and as the landscape changed, she felt a long way from the relatively balmy climate she'd left behind at home.

By 11am, Natalie was in the Lake District, but the weather had worsened and it was snowing. Huge flakes covered the windscreen and made driving difficult, but Natalie had to press on. The hotel was a few miles from the motorway and although the roads had been gritted, the conditions were treacherous and she took it slowly, peering through the windscreen as the wipers cleared the build up of snow.

Her mobile phone rang and Natalie glanced at it. It was Mike, but not daring to take the call she drove on, searching for a place to pull in so she could call him back. There were hardly any cars about and a shiver of fear ran through Natalie as she glanced at the surrounding scenery. Through the snow she could make out the fells and dry stone walls, with the occasional farmhouse here and there. 

A few miles further on she spotted an entrance to a farm gate and drove into it. Picking up her mobile, she dialled Mike's number and stared out of the window. If anything, the snow was heavier now, blanketing the car and blotting out the mountains that loomed over the road. Natalie felt her stomach contract with nerves as she waited for Mike to answer. If she became stuck here, how would she get out? She'd packed a blanket, some food and a hot drink, but she'd left the shovel at home, never imagining she would need it.

When she heard Mike's voice she almost cried with relief. "Where are you?" she asked, gripping the phone tightly. "I'm in a small village about five miles away, but the snow's really bad."

"I'm at the hotel," he answered. "I thought you'd be here by now as well."

"Oh God," Natalie moaned. "I can't even see the road now, Mike. It's really bad."

"Just take it easy, Nat. Drive slowly and I'll meet you on the way, OK?"

Natalie rang off and peered out into the gloom. The snow was falling heavily, whirling madly in the wind that had sprung up and covering the windscreen before the wipers could clear it. She put the car into gear and eased gently on the accelerator but the wheels spun with an alarming scream. Trying not to panic, she tried again but the same thing happened. Shaking with fear she sat back in her seat and looked out of the window again. It was a whiteout now and she couldn't see a thing through the whirling blizzard. Don't panic, she told herself, it'll stop soon and then I can try again.

She kept the engine running to keep warm and reached over to the back seat to get her drink. Within minutes the windscreen was covered in thick snow and she fought down the rising fear as she realised that her little silver sports car would soon be invisible...

*

Mike ran down the stairs of the small hotel and into Reception. Bill, the man who ran the hotel, had seemed friendly enough when he'd checked in and he'd noticed an ancient Land Rover parked outside when he'd arrived. 

Outside he could see just how bad it was, the snow blotting out the surrounding hills and lakes. The hotel was so cosy, a log fire burning in the Reception hall and comfortable sofas just crying out for an afternoon of lounging about and reading the newspapers. Mike felt like kicking himself when he thought of the danger Natalie could be in. His idea, something he'd been planning ever since he knew about the training, was turning out to be a bad decision. 

"Can I help?" Bill asked. "Your wife arrived yet?"

Mike blushed at the mention of Natalie being his wife. "Er, no. That's the problem." He glanced outside at the weather again. "She's about five miles away. I said I'd meet her."

He paused. He hated asking for help, but the hire car he'd chosen just wasn't equipped to deal with the snow. But Bill seemed to sense what he wanted. "Take the Land Rover," he insisted. "I'd come with you but I'm expecting some more guests and my wife is busy sorting out the rooms."

Within minutes he'd sorted Mike out with blankets, a shovel and a flask of hot soup. "Keep to the main road, OK? She said she was five miles away? She'll be around here." He pointed to a village on the map and Mike took it gratefully. "Thanks so much..." 

Bill waved him away. "Just be careful. I'll get you a wee dram when you get back!"

Mike tentatively moved away down the drive in the Land Rover. It was freezing cold as the heater didn't work and it banged and rattled, but he felt far more confident on the snowy road and that was all that mattered.

*

Natalie had tried several times more to get the car going, but each time she felt herself sinking deeper into the snow and, possibly, the mud underneath. She was well and truly stuck. 

She called Mike again and when he answered she could hear a noisy rattling and banging in the background. "Where are you? What's going on?"

"I'm on my way, Nat," he yelled. "Where are you?"

"I'm stuck," she wailed. "The car won't move and I'm scared." She started to cry, terrified that he would miss her and she'd have to spend the night in the frozen car. She'd tried to get out and clear the snow from the windscreen and roof, but the cold and wind had beaten her back.

"Look, stay where you are, OK? Are you in the village?"

She tried to calm down. "Just outside it, I think. I'm in an entrance to a field but it's snowing so badly, I'm scared you won't find me."

"I'll find you," he promised. "Just hang on."

Natalie threw the phone back onto the seat and tried once more to get out of the car. She could see nothing but the whirling snow and the road was completely smooth. Not a car had passed her way since she'd pulled in. She used her scraper to clear the snow off the windscreen and sides of the car, but found herself covered within seconds. Back inside the car, she turned on the radio and waited.

*

Despite the difficulty, Mike was enjoying himself. The Land Rover responded well to the conditions and he began to feel like a hero in a bad film, rescuing his girl from certain disaster. He felt he was pretty near now, the milometer showing he'd travelled nearly five miles. He kept a look out, his phone in one hand in case Natalie called again. Miraculously the snow has stopped and through the heavy clouds the sun made a brief appearance. Everything was transformed; the fells surrounding him sparkled under their blanket of white and he realised he'd never seen anything so beautiful. 

But suddenly his reverie was interrupted as, rounding a sharp bend, he swerved to avoid a figure walking in the road. The Land Rover skidded but came to a halt inches away from a dry stone wall.

"What the...?" he shouted, desperately trying to re-start the engine. "Stupid idiot walking in the road!"

"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" 

Mike looked up in amazement as the figure came up to the window and pulled down the hood of her coat. "Nat! What the hell are you doing here? You were supposed to be waiting in the car for me!"

"It stopped snowing so I thought I'd come and look for you."

They stared at each other and then burst out laughing. Mike hastily opened the door of the Land Rover and pulled Natalie to him, kissing her as hard as he could. She responded and they spent the next few minutes kissing and hugging, their mutual relief making them both laugh.

"I couldn't stay in the car any longer," she said, holding him close. "I thought you wouldn't see the car, but you'd see me walking."

"You idiot," he replied softly, kissing her hair. "You could have been killed."

"You didn't hire this, did you?" she laughed, taking in the ancient paintwork and battered bumpers. 

"No, this was very kindly lent to me by the owner of our hotel. Who thinks we're married, by the way..." He smiled. "Let's hope I can start it again."

Luckily he could and within half an hour they'd collected Natalie's belongings from her car and were on their way back to the hotel. "You'll love it," Mike said, his hand stroking her knee. "Huge bed, fireplace, the works."

"I can't wait," she breathed, putting her hand over his. "And I think, after this little ordeal, we both need a lie down...

*

True to his word, Bill had organised a platter of sandwiches and something to chase away the cold for them both. "It's up in your room," he said. "The fire's lit as well..."

Natalie blushed as they made their way up the stairs, knowing Bill was watching them both. He was lovely, she thought, and had treated them like an indulgent father. She felt desperately tired now after the trauma of the morning's events and yearned for a nap.

Mike seemed to think the same. They ate their sandwiches and drank the whisky in front of the fire, the heat making them both drowsy. 

"Fancy a cuddle and a nap?" Mike said standing up and holding his hand out to her. 

"Uh huh," she nodded and began to undress. With the light from the fire her body glowed and she knew that Mike was watching. When she was down to her underwear he undid the clasp of her bra and cupped her soft breasts in his hand.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "I missed you so much, Nat."

She smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. "I missed you, too."

He guided her to the bed and she lay down and watched while he undressed. He was clearly aroused and after removing her knickers, she playfully teased one of her nipples as he watched. "It's been a while," she murmured as he stood before her. "Before our nap, shall we...?"

He didn't need asking twice as he lay down next to her and kissed his way down her body. She was more than ready for him and laughingly took his head and pulled him up to face her. "Later...I need you inside me now more than anything..."

He smiled and with one swift movement parted her legs and was buried deep within her. She gasped as he started to move slowly in and out, his eyes never leaving hers. She opened her legs wide and drew him in deeper, revelling in the feelings he was giving her. It was a quick coupling, both of them needing the release that the sex would bring. Natalie came first, her orgasm hastened by her fingers and the long deep strokes of Mike's cock. After she had cried out and held him tight he felt his own release building and joined her, their moans echoing around the room. 

Afterwards, deeply tired, they lay entwined on the bed and slept, the only sound the crackling of the log fire.

*

Natalie gazed at Mike and smiled. It was their Valentine's Day dinner and the hotel looked beautiful in the candlelight which adorned every table in the small restaurant. Since arriving on Friday, they'd walked and shopped and laughed and made love and Natalie couldn't have wished for a better weekend. Mike had even produced a card, as soppy as her own and she felt truly happy. I should have trusted him, she realised. He was a good man and wouldn't have let her down. Now, as the first course was served, he looked rather nervous. She noticed his hands were trembling as he spooned his soup and wondered what was wrong.

"You OK?" she asked, folding her napkin. "You seem a bit worried." 




Meet Me Halfway



"I'm fine," he reassured her. "Just not looking forward to going back to reality tomorrow."

She had to agree. Tomorrow they would go their separate ways again and it would be another two weeks before he was home. But Natalie felt she could cope now. This weekend would sustain her until he returned.

As the meal went on, Mike seemed more and more nervous and Natalie became worried. Was he hiding something from her? Was his job at risk?

As the plates from their main course were cleared, Natalie put her hand over Mike's. "There's something up...what's wrong?"

He gazed at her and smiled. "Oh, OK...maybe this is the time." He looked up and signalled to Bill who was clearing another table. 

"Be patient, Nat! Although I know that's not your strong point..."

Mystified, Natalie watched as Bill brought over a bottle of champagne and two flutes. Mike fumbled in the pocket of his jacket and produced a small box decorated with a bow.

She gasped as he gave it to her and smiled. Bill placed the champagne into an ice bucket and with a wink, left them to it.

"I take it he knows I'm not your wife now!" Natalie joked and opened the box. Inside was a gorgeous sapphire and diamond engagement ring.

"Oh my God!" she gasped as she held the dazzling ring up to the light. "It's beautiful!"

"So will you?"

"Will I what?" she teased.

"Will you marry me, Nat?" He looked suddenly serious. "I think we have what it takes."

With a cry of delight she stood up and flung her arms around him. "Yes!"

The restaurant erupted into cheers and clapping and a delighted Bill appeared, his arms full of champagne bottles.

*

Natalie awoke to the delicious feeling of lips on her breasts. She looked down to see Mike's dark head moving over her body and stretched languidly, her body alive with pleasure. His hands caressed her thighs and then moved inwards to stroke her waiting pussy. She shivered in anticipation as he gently parted the soft folds of skin and delved within, the sweet moisture covering his fingers and making his movements smooth and fluid. 

"That feels so good," she murmured stroking his back and kissing his hair. "Don't stop."

His teeth were now biting gently on her nipples, taking each one in turn and nibbling and sucking at the hard buds. Natalie felt a strong arousal start in her groin and spread outwards as his fingers probed deeper. Last night they'd both been too tired to do much except fall into a deep sleep. Bill had made sure everyone had a fantastic time and a party atmosphere had reigned until well after midnight.

As Mike kissed and stroked her, she took his cock in her hands and started to fondle him, loving how hard and ready he was. He loved it when she took his cock in her mouth, so she gently pushed him away and made him lie on his back. He smiled at her and stroked her hair as she gradually kissed her way down his body, her hands trailing through the dark hairs on his chest.

She took her time slowly, knowing that today would be the last time they could do this for a little while. His cock was standing tall and proud and she stroked it gently at first, making him gasp with pleasure. so, so slowly she licked around the tip, her tongue probing the small hole, before she took him in her mouth and moved deeper and deeper. He was warm and velvety and she cupped his balls in her hand as she moved her mouth up and down, her tongue covering every part to give him the maximum pleasure.

"Oh God, Nat..." he whispered as she sucked harder, her tongue massaging the tip and then licking up and down his shaft. "I can't take much more of this..."

She looked up and smiled at him, her hands moving up and down his hard cock before she climbed on top. "You want this then?"

He nodded and she sank down onto him, his penis filling every inch of her vagina. She moved slowly up and down, loving the feelings coursing through her body as she rode him, their eyes locked on each other. Leaning forward she kissed him, their tongues entwined and their breaths coming in short gasps. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her but wanted to make the moment last as she knew that it would be a while before they could indulge in this passion again. 

He put his arms around her, held her close and then, still inside her, turned her onto her back with one swift movement. Their kisses grew more urgent and she wrapped her legs around his waist so she could pull him in as deep as possible. Mike thrust into her smoothly, while she responded so their movements matched. She rubbed her clitoris and kissed him hard, pleasure filling every fibre of her being. She could sense he was near, his breathing hard and fast and she wanted to orgasm at the same time and feel that exquisite union that would bind them together until they were back with each other again.

"I'm coming," Mike groaned, his face twisted with ecstasy. "Come for me now, Nat...please..."

She did as he asked, her fingers slippery with her own juices as she rubbed hard on the little nub that gave her so much pleasure. He suddenly stiffened and then thrust hard as he moaned out loud, her cries mixing with his.

*

Two hours later, Mike and Natalie hugged each other in front of the hotel. They'd collected her car the previous day and although the snow still lay on the ground, the roads were clear. 

"Take care," he said as he kissed her. "Don't forget, I'll soon be home."

She watched as he climbed into his car and started the engine. Bill emerged from the hotel and stood next to her. "You've got a great man there, Natalie. He's a real gem."

"I know," she replied, and with a final wave at the departing car, she started on her own long journey south.

The End



Meet Me in 7th Heaven



Another night, another exciting day of my life had come, another meeting was about to start in a while.

I was driving keeping steadily the steering wheel and being cautious, but the truth is that my mind was traveling far away, to the conversation I had with him earlier this afternoon. All hot details were coming one after another just before my eyes and my fantasy had already made them real. The only thing missing was the sense of feeling them happening.

That day, since morning and during the whole afternoon we had been talking making each other really excited, adding little hot elements to each other's fantasy and making it more and more perfect. The outcome was the perfect painting we had made together and in a few minutes we would finally play our scene, we would finally become the actors in our play. Lights, camera, action.....

The first mail was the typical "good morning" one I was sending him each and every morning. Two paragraphs full of the last night's news, full of love, full of all we felt for each other....He was the man that had changed my life in just a month.

All had started so unexpectedly. It was just one month ago when I received his mail. We had known each other for about two weeks and it was the first time he wrote a mail to me. How funny!!! He sent me that little story he had written to read and tell him my opinion. I don't know if he did that on purpose, but the truth is that it was a really cute way he used to approach me...and he had made it perfectly. I couldn't resist a fragile, romantic man. So I was just caught in his spells and two days later and after some long hours of conversations, we fell in love.

He was the romantic knight that could talk to me with tender poetic expressions on one hand, while he was the dominant master I was looking for all my life on the other. From the very first talks we both knew that we fitted perfectly and we could just complete each other. I could be the little slave he was looking for and he could be the master I was craving. The perfect match, these were the correct words to describe us.

Our first meeting turned out to be a tender unification, two people getting to know each other physically and two souls embracing one another. That first time we had made love in a rush, but with all the tenderness two lovers can offer to each other. 

After that first time, each day we exchanged more hot messages, and each message had hotter details that the previous one and so our fantasies were building more and more. What had started as a romance scene, had become a scene containing bondage and domination elements. I kept challenging him, and the more I dared him, the more expressive he became, the more I opened up as a slave, the more dominant he was. He was driving himself on the paths I showed him. It was a "give and take" game we both loved and needed to explore. We both wanted to find out where our limits could be and to this end we were searching and exploring endlessly.

The following "meetings" had something new and hidden each time....first it was his way of exploring my body without giving me the right to do anything. I had just to accept, just to feel, just to express loudly the pleasure he offered me, but I was never allowed to propose or do a thing. Then it was his way of imposing his will, and I only loved and accepted all. The way of doing it all was unique and desirable. I felt like the little slut he wanted me to be, obeying to his orders and being lost to whatever he wanted. Our roles were clear and straight and none of us was willing to ask for less. 

This game was played with new add ons each time we met and he kept revealing a new himself night after night. From the beginning he had told me that he had twelve hidden selves and he would let one come after the other. The last would be the worse and more dominant of all and in the meantime I had to meet the rest!!!

So, tonight it was the turn of "number 7" to come out and meet me. 

His orders were clear and there was a little routine I had to follow each of these nights. I had always to wear skirts and easy opening tops or dresses that could be lifted or lowered and reveal my cunt and breasts. He wanted to have an easy access to whichever part he wanted to use and treat at the blink of an eye. The second rule was that I should never carry underwear, another way that could give him easy access to where he wanted to move. I always had to carry with me some meters of rope, clothespins and last but not least 2 cucumbers and my camera!!! I should never forget any of these necessary elements, and so did I. 

I was watching the traffic lights turn red and green and I was moving closer to him every minute that passed. But my mind was always so busy and anxious like my body.

After an hour I was outside of his office and I let him know I was there phoning him so that he could come and open the door welcoming me. His eyes when he opened the door were so sparkling and he quickly inspected my looks from head to toes letting me understand that the outcome was exactly what he wanted it to be!!!

He touched my lips in a quick yet tender kiss, like caressing me in a second and we headed for his office which was on the fourth floor of the building. Seeing him just made my blood boil more and being with him inside the elevator made me extremely aroused. 

We entered his office which was a regular room with a big desk in the middle carrying two monitors and also two chairs. I sat in my chair and he immediately went down to make me a coffee. The night would be long and I had to be awake for hot details were on their way. Two minutes later he came back carrying my coffee and he sat down and we started talking like all was more than normal. We exchanged our news, as if we hadn't meet for quite some time and he kept on dealing with his computers while he was giving me eyeshots from time to time. I was wondering when he would make his move and attack me but that was something he would decide and I had no word on it.

After half and hour and while we were listening to music he suddenly turned to me and he lifted my dress uncovering my thighs. He spread my legs with his hand and he showed me that he wanted me to stay like this. Then he turned back to his monitor searching for more music. My anxiety was building minute by minute and I was already feeling my body burning by desire just by his slight touch to my thighs. After some more minutes he turned again to me and reached for my lips. His kiss was so tender, it felt like heaven to me and I started losing control. I wanted him like I've never wanted anyone in my entire life and knowing that, he kept torturing me. He let his hands wander a bit to my breasts touching my already hard nipples through the silky cloth of the dress. This touch was like a little match that burnt my skin but still I was allowed to do nothing, as always. After that he stopped again leaving me to my hell and he turned again to his monitor. Damn computer! I hated the minutes he spent there but I knew it was part of the game. He suddenly got up and told me he'd be back in a minute. Left alone I felt so nervous and I could do absolutely nothing to ease my anxiety. Two minutes later he was back and while he was passing behind my chair he bent and started kissing the back of my neck, letting his tongue paint a trail from its middle till my right ear. All my nerves were tensed and my breath became faster and heavier. He kept teasing me for some moments that seemed like years and then he sat down again. This alternation of arousing me and then letting me relax was extremely intensive and I felt my heart beating so fast, but....i still had to wait.

Some more minutes passed and then he turned once again to me and lowered the upper part of my dress so that my breasts were revealed. He stared at them for some seconds and then he reached to get my left nipple to his mouth, sucking and licking it with me just watching while his left hand had caught my right nipple making it harder than a rock. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a moan which I knew would sound really hot to his ears. He loved listening to my moans and seeing me being on my boundaries when he was teasing me. 

He kept playing with my nipples while at the same time his right hand had been under my dress touching slightly my clit. The game was getting harder and I kept being more and more aroused. 

As suddenly as he had started this game, same he stopped and he asked me with a serious voice to give him our so called "toys". I gave him the bag I had brought and he took out the cucumbers looking me straight in the eyes. Even his look made me feel hotter and when he took one of the two vegetables and started rubbing it on my already wet labia I started feeling like I would explode in a second. He kept rubbing it while my breathing was now heavy and my moans had become louder. I needed this thing inside me immediately but he wouldn't satisfy my need till he wanted to. I was his slut, he knew it and this was the way he treated me. He continued playing with me more and more and enjoying my excitement which made him horny too. What we shared was the pleasure exchanged by these actions. When he finally entered my dripping pussy with the cucumber it was like deliverance to me. I needed it as deep as it could get and he put it in me with quick thrusts that took my breath away one after another. All this time and while I was lost in pleasure, he had of course took some shots of me, a thing that he loved and that satisfied his artistic nature. It was not long till my first orgasm hit me and I let it come with loud moans that added a lot to his pleasure while he was watching me being like that. When my breath became normal again, he gifted me with a kiss letting his lips touch mine like spring air coming from the open window. My smile assured him for my entire satisfaction. 

Then we started once again enjoying our music and talking like friends while I was caressing his long hair which I loved so much. Being next to him was bliss to me and I was drinking all these moments saving them in my mind for later on. I copied in my brain each detail on his face, each expression, each word he said, his smell that drove me crazy...everything...

Not 20 minutes had passed before I slipped my hand to his loins. I knew that he was aroused since the beginning and I only wanted to give him some of the pleasure he had offered me earlier, so I just started touching his hard cock through his pants making it harder. I felt his breathing becoming heavy while he was trying to stay cool and he kept on searching for songs to listen. Well, men can't stand this and I knew it. So, when I unbuttoned and unzipped him he must have felt blessed. His cock came out hard as a rock and I started stroking it. He rest on his back letting himself to my hands. I could feel his satisfaction rising and I was watching him having his eyes closed and enjoying what I did. But now it was my turn to torture him a bit. After some minutes and while he was near to his own orgasm I sat back to my chair smiling at him when he opened his questioning eyes. That was our teasing game anyway and we both had to follow the rules. Only that the rules were made mostly by him and what I had done deserved a bit of punishment. I knew that and he knew that too.

Next he took the rope I had with me and he started tying me to the arms of the chair. First it was my hands that he tied and then using another piece of the same rope he tied my ankles to the chair's legs. I was now tied there with my legs spread and my dress up above my belly, exposed completely to him. Once again he started touching my already sensitive pussy, dipping his finger to my wet cunt, taking it out to rub my swollen clit and spreading my juices with his fingers on my nipples. I knew he loved the picture of me being helpless in his hands. This gave him the sense of power and the feeling of mastership on me. I was there able just to watch him and feel....This time he wanted to make the feeling a bit more strong so he used a piece of cloth to cover my eyes tying it behind my head. I had now no view of what was going on and I must confess that it was really really arousing. For moments that seemed like hours he did absolutely nothing and I was only wondering what would follow. When expectance became too intense, as if he knew it, he lowered his head and I felt his tongue touching and licking my so sensitive clit. He sucked and kept biting it sending me to the heaven of absolute pleasure. He then started again entering his fingers in my dripping cunt. At first he shoved 2 fingers and minute after minute he used more. After a while he had his whole hand inside me, causing me a mix of pain and pleasure I've never felt or had imagined before. There were moments that the pain was stronger than pleasure but as I got used to it pleasure got the most of my senses and unification with pain became almost perfect. He kept fucking me with his whole hand and kissing me at the same time. Who would ever deny that this picture is one of a kind? So passionate, intense and erotic....When he couldn't stand it anymore watching me like this, when he wanted to feel me and unite with me, he took off his trousers, unfolded my eyes so that I could see all this and entered me. That was the moment that my breath was cut. It was the moment I lost it all around me and just entered to his body while he entered to mine. It felt like our bodies were dancing in a tango and our souls were making love tenderly and with the most absolute passion one could sense. Less than two minutes later and while he kept thrusting in me with moves that became faster and deeper he let his cum spread inside me and that was the moment when my second orgasm came. I felt this so strong and in its highest moment I sensed like I was in another place, another time, out of my exploding body. My vagina muscles were almost dancing and milking him. God...this was the perfection of making love and we both knew it so well.

His little hidden smile of satisfaction for what he had done was all I could see now. He let me loose of my bondage and he covered my lips with the most tender kiss of the man who really loved me. He reached to my right ear and whispered "I love you...". That moment I felt his love so strongly deep inside me, like a wave of warm sunrays that caressed my soul and kissed my feelings. My unification with this man was so unique, so complete and absolute. It was beyond my wildest dreams.

Minutes later we were relaxing, listening to our favorite music and being quite in our bliss. 

Time was passing and we continued talking about everything and listening to music and exchanging opinions for whatever like everything was fine. But I really couldn't resist my desire to touch him even more, feel him with my hands, see him reaching again his own boundaries and finally watch his absolute climax that I would build. This picture of him was always my most favorite and the one that really dominated my fantasies. All the nights I've been alone in my bed, touching myself, the main theme in my fantasy was him the moment of his orgasm and his voice in my ear saying "I cum now....for you...each drop is for you" accompanied by his moans that made me crazy.

While we were in this absolute relaxation, I lowered my hand and touched his cock causing him a new arousal. I knew it was too soon but I wanted so much to do it. I took it in my hand and started stroking it slowly. Soon his arousal condition was too high and I knew it wouldn't be long till he'd cum again and I wanted to make it as perfect and intense as possible. I continued stroking him slowly and as I was watching him with closed eyes, getting lost in his lust, and heard his slight moaning, I lowered my head and took him in my mouth. That made him moan louder and the sense of sinking in my wet mouth plus the feeling of my tongue caressing him up and down, must have been really exciting. His breathing was now faster and heavier and I sensed his balls more swollen and ready to explode. He was so very close to cumming and a minute later I felt him twitching and letting his juices in my mouth. I loved this moment so very much. For me it was the perfect sense of making someone full and offering him the happiness he deserved. It was one of my ways to show him my love.

We were both exhausted but no fatigue could harm us. Our bodies were so satisfied, our souls so full, our minds so complete and our hearts full of love and devotion. For us it was another proof that life is beautiful, worth living it to the edge and worth waiting for you never know when the best will come. All the sadness and pain we have lived in the past in our lives, was now just a memory left behind us, just shadows that could never come up again. What really mattered for us was our love, our perfect understanding and our own secret garden that had room only for the two of us. A private paradise we had made to enjoy free breathing, an oasis in a desert life that only few like us had the privilege to feel its existence. A heaven with no snakes inside, just us and our feelings....



Meet Me In Montana



Sully was just ending a three month tour with his band, Godsmack. We hadn't seen each other for almost two weeks, so we planned to meet in Montana and spend a long weekend together at an exclusive resort hotel. When I arrived, I was immediately taken aback by how beautiful the scenery was. Our hotel was situated on a large hill, surrounded by several trees, which kept it very private. From the back of the hotel, where our room was facing, we had a spectacular view of the mountains. 

When I checked in, the hotel clerk gave me a message from Sully. I called him back, and he said his flight had been delayed, but that he expected to arrive in time for dinner. "There is a restaurant downstairs here at the hotel. I could make reservations for 6:00," I told him. 

"Perfect, I should be getting there right about that time," Sully said. 

"I'll just meet you down there then. I bought a new dress that I think you'll like," I told him, with a hint of mischief in my voice. 

"It's a date then," he said. "Oh, and Laura?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Sully," I said and smiled. 

After we hung up, I made the dinner reservations and spent the next couple of hours getting ready for the evening. I had recently bought a long black form-fitting dress with a slit all the way up one side, which was cut low in the back and showed just enough cleavage in the front to be sexy, yet classy. Sully hadn't seen this dress yet, and I had a feeling he was going to like it a lot. I also wore black pumps and a diamond heart necklace that Sully had bought me for my birthday the previous year.

At 6:00, I went down to the restaurant, gave the hostess my name, and told her I was meeting someone. "Oh, Mr. Erna is already here. He's expecting you," she said as she took me to our table. I had asked for a private table in the back, and I was pleased to see that the restaurant had accommodated my request. I saw Sully sitting in a rounded booth, glancing at the menu, looking very sexy in black pants and a gray button down shirt. 

"Hello, Mr. Erna," I said to him from behind the menu.

As soon as he put the menu down and looked up at me, his jaw dropped. "Holy shit!"

"I take it you like the dress?" I asked him, feigning innocence.

"I'm gonna like it a lot better when it's crumpled up on the floor next to the bed!" he exclaimed.

I sat beside him in the booth and noticed that he already had an erection. "Why don't we just skip dinner and go upstairs," he suggested.

"Sorry, dinner first," I teased him. "However, I suppose I can give you a little taste of dessert," I said as I moved my face toward him and kissed him passionately on the lips. Our tongues intertwined, and we kissed each other with the kind of longing and hunger experienced by two lovers who have just been reunited after being apart for a long period of time.

"Ahem," interrupted the waiter. "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, we'll both have the lobster tail with a salad, and a bottle of your finest champagne," Sully told him. I hadn't even looked at the menu, but Sully knew what I liked. Besides, it wasn't really food I was interested in anyway.

"Now where were we?" Sully asked as the waiter left our table.

"I was just about to tell you something," I stated matter-of-factly.

"What's that?" Sully asked, looking concerned.

I pulled him closer to me and whispered seductively in his ear, "I'm not wearing any underwear."

A devilish grin quickly spread across his face. "You naughty girl," he said as he slid his hand inside my dress. His fingers brushed against my thigh, and I instinctively spread my legs. He nuzzled my neck as his fingers made their way to my already wet pussy. He stuck his middle finger inside me, pulled it out, and sucked on it as he looked into my eyes. "You taste good, baby," he told me.

The waiter brought our meals out, opened the champagne and poured us each a glass, and left again. Sully made a toast. "To me fucking the shit out of you when we get upstairs," he whispered. I smiled at him as I put my hand on his lap and rubbed his cock through his pants.

"You better stop that, or you're gonna make me cum in my pants!" he scolded as he pushed my hand away. I love the fact that I can turn him on so much; Sully really brings out the woman in me.

We finally finished our meal and left the restaurant. We got on an elevator to go upstairs, and if it wasn't for the fact that there was another couple in the elevator, we probably would have ravaged each other right then and there, as we were both so unbelievably horny.

As soon as we got into our hotel room, Sully guided me toward the bed, grabbed a hold of my dress, and, like a madman, literally tore it in half right off of my body. He turned me around and pushed me on the bed, face first, and took off his own clothes in record timing. I got on all fours and prepared myself for the fuck of a lifetime. "You were such a naughty girl tonight!" he growled as he slapped my ass and slammed his cock into my pussy from behind. 

"Oh, Sully, fuck me harder!" I begged as I rubbed my clit with one hand and balanced myself with the other. Sully was pumping his cock into me so hard and fast that sweat was starting to drip down his face. 

"Oh God, Sully, I'm about to cum," I moaned as my body shuddered in orgasmic ecstasy. "Oh yes, that feels so fucking good!" I exclaimed.

After I finished my orgasm, Sully pulled out and told me to turn over on my back. I wrapped my legs around him as he stuck his cock back inside me and continued to slide it in and out of my pussy. As he was making love to me, I played with my nipples, which I knew he liked to watch me do. "I'm gonna cum all over your tits," Sully told me, and with that, he pulled out, gave his cock a few good strokes, and squirted his warm, sticky man juice all over my rock-hard nipples. Then he collapsed on top of me, and we held each other for a while as we caught our breath.

"Let's go take a shower," Sully said as he pulled me up off the bed.

I stepped into the shower first and turned on the water. Sully stepped in behind me and started to gently wash my body with a loofa sponge. He washed my neck and shoulders, then moved down my back in a slow, circular motion. It was incredibly relaxing, yet at the same time, it was turning me on. After he finished my back side, he turned me around and started washing my breasts, holding each one in his hands as he gently scrubbed them all over. He paid special attention to my nipples, which by now were erect and tingling with excitement. Sully's hands began to move down my body. I spread my legs as he got on his knees and ran the loofa sponge up my thighs and over my pussy. He used his fingers to spread my pussy lips as he tenderly rubbed my most sensitive spot with the sponge. I closed my eyes and braced myself for more pleasure. Just as I was getting into it, Sully stood up and reached for the shampoo.

"Turn around and lean your head back so I can wash your hair," he said.

"Now who's teasing who?" I pouted. He just smiled.

Sully finished washing my hair and even conditioned it. He spent several minutes running his fingers through my hair to make sure the conditioner was spread evenly. "I love it when you play with my hair. It's so relaxing," I purred.

Then it was my turn to wash Sully. I started with his back side as well, washing his neck and shoulders first, and then running the loofa sponge down his back. I ran my hands over his ass and gave it a good smack. "That's for tearing my dress," I told him playfully.

Sully turned around, and I started to wash his shoulders and arms. I spent several minutes running my hands over his tattooed, muscular biceps, which I find to be so sexy. As I washed his chest, I was careful not to pull too hard on his nipple ring. The lower I went on his body, the more erect his cock was becoming. I skipped over it at first just to tease him, and I knelt down to wash his legs instead, focusing quite a bit on his inner thighs, as I knew that would drive him crazy. Then I stood up to wash his hair.

"Hey, you skipped the most important part!" Sully whined.

"I'm saving the best for last," I told him as I washed his hair. 

Finally, I grabbed a hold of Sully's cock and washed it thoroughly, paying special attention to the head. Then I scrubbed underneath his balls as he softly moaned. 

"Oh my God, Laura, I just can't get enough of you," he said, and with that, he turned off the water, took my hand, and led me to the sink. He had me face the sink and rest my body against it as he spread my legs, got on his knees, and started licking my pussy from behind. I was enjoying it so much, I could feel my wetness begin to run down my thighs. Sully reached up between my legs and started fingering my clit while he continued to lick my pussy. My knees nearly buckled as I experienced my second orgasm of the evening. It was so intense, I couldn't help but scream out in pleasure. "Oh Sully, oh my God!" I exclaimed as I came all over his face.

Sully stood up and cupped my breasts in his hands from behind as he nibbled on my neck. We were facing the mirror, and we watched ourselves make love as he entered me from behind. "Goddamn, this is turning me on so much," Sully moaned.

The sight of us fucking was too much for both of us to handle for very long. Within minutes, we both came together, as our screams of passion echoed off the bathroom walls. Never have I felt so close to a man as I did to Sully at that moment.

After we had cleaned up (again!), we got in bed and held each other until we both drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 



Meet Me in New Orleans



Having kissed and made up, today's meeting will be well worth the wait. At least that is what I am thinking. Having almost lost the one person that I have ever loved the most in my life, I don't want to screw it up today, no pun intended. But the silly argument caused by a major misunderstanding was good because it caused me to decide to take that leap of faith and meet my online lover at last. He had a conference close to my home state and I decided to join him. The last 20 minutes have been a mixture of joy and hell. That is the time between Bris' flight and mine. I met Bris on a message board for losing weight. That is not the place one goes looking for an online lover but that is exactly what happened.

From the first time I said hello, I was hooked on him. He is from a large family, from the north, a police officer, half Irish and half Italian. My family consists of my mother, a brother 15 years younger and a stepfather. I am a black female with a desk job born and raised deep in the heart of Texas. I guess whoever said opposite attract knew what they were talking about. So here I am in the New Orleans airport waiting for my online love with butterflies in my stomach that have turned into gigantic bats. Oh Lord, it's too late now to change my mind now, the plane is unloading. Not him, no, no, no, not him, no, no BINGO!!! I recognize him from the picture he emailed me. 225lbs suits him well but I would have loved him at 260 or 300. 

If I had on panties they would be moist about now. I'm glad that I decided to wear this long cotton gauze dress instead of pants, New Orleans is just a little too hot and humid for anyone. O. K. - one foot in front of the other, you can do it, Tonya go!!! At that moment, Bris' eyes met mine and we knew it was going to be worth the wait. Before I could get out a proper hello, I got caught up in a huge bear hug. Did he carry his gun on board or this that a huge boner I feel.? 

The short walk from the airport lobby to the waiting line of taxi's caused us both to break into a light sweat. At least that is what I am blaming my moisture on. In the middle of exchanging travel stories, I decided to go for it. I stopped him in mid-sentence with a kiss. Not "The Kiss" but a kiss non the less. He joined my tongue in it's dance and drew me closer. With on swift move of his left hand, he had my thigh tingling. I did a deep moan and adjusted myself so he could find what I wanted him to find. Bris did not seemed surprised at all that I am sans panties. When he broke our kiss long enough to whisper in my ear his approval, I know I made the right fashion choice. And through it all he was stroking my clit, never missing a beat. I have to fight myself from joining his stroking so the driver will not know what we were doing. But with the pungent aroma of pussy juice flowing, I doubt that the driver knew anything but! 

When our taxi came to a halt before I could cum, I gathered myself and my thoughts. As prearranged, Bris took my luggage with his to check in. I went into a store in the lobby of the hotel to kill time until he checked in. Just as he was about to come back for me I noticed two large bags of Hershey chocolates kisses on sale at the counter. I buy them thinking that I would have a lot of time on my hands in the afternoons while Bris is in meeting, so I could eat chocolates, read a good book as I lounged pool side or in my room. 

As soon as the room door closed behind us, I was in his arms. I devoured first his lips and then his tongue like the hungry woman that I was. Bris' arms first went around my waist and then one hand went to roam the curve of my ass. Since I had no panties on, the feeling of him sent my heart beating double time. Somehow we made it to the bed and landed with me on the bottom. As we explored each other bodies, I could fell his manhood rubbing against my freshly shaven pussy. Oh God, I was going to cum and he had not even taken his pants off!! 

My dress somehow got bunched up around my waist. Bris was licking and sucking my inner thigh. I started to tremble but managed to say, "No, not yet. " As Bris came up on the bed besides me I slid to the floor in front of him and unbuckled his belt and pants. As I hurrily removed his pants and underwear, his manhood, his dick, his engorged cock, MY joystick stood at attention. It took my breath away to finally see and smell something that I had wanted for so long. I began to massage the tip of it with my hand. I ran my fingers around the ridge near the top and kissed the tip. To my joy and excitement I got the taste of the good pre-cum. That only motivated me to go for more. I closed my eyes and swallowed as much of Bris that I could. 

I took the rest of him in my hands and worked my mouth and tongue together. Then I moved my hand down a little farther and caressed one of his balls in my hand. One hand squeezing his shaft in rhythm with my mouth and the other caressing his balls. It was such a turn on for me. I just thanked my lucky stars that I was able to have him in my mouth. The feel and taste of Bris was driving me wild with ecstasy. I removed one hand from his balls and started to finger my clit in the same motion that I was licking and sucking him. Bris sensed this and moved me closer so he could give me the pleasure himself. He inserted first one and then two finger in me and moved them just the way I need to be touched. I was a fucking machine; getting myself off and giving my lover pleasure at the same time. 

I began to feel Bris tense a little and knew that the big payload was near. Releasing him a little to give him shooting room I tried to brace myself for the shoot. But Bris only pushed my head down on him further and began fucking my face to a wild rhythm, holding onto my braids for dear life. All of a sudden he stopped and began to thrust about. I held on for the ride because I wanted every once of that good cum that I could get. It's been a long dry spell for me. As it hit the back of my throat, I tried my best to not let any dribble out of the corners of my mouth. 

And what did, I used my fingers to wipe it back it and lick my fingers. When all of Bris' eruptions subsided, I crawled on top of him and kissed him a deep soulful, "I just got out of prison and I want to fuck you" kiss. 

His salty cum was mixed with our love juices and it was pure heaven and well worth the wait. While doing this Bris started fingering my clit again and I knew it was only a matter of a few minutes before I was screaming my last rites. But then he stopped and started again slowly and lightly. "Oh God, let him make me cum, I'm almost there". I started to match him movements and arched my back to make him deeper in me. Soon I was there and there was no stopping this time because I wrapped my legs so tightly around his arm and hands he could do nothing but oblige me. Can you say, "pussy is good"? 

We then took a shower together and just enjoyed being with each other. We laughed and talked like old friends. Being with Bris was good and it was only going to get better. With my back to him, he wrapped his arms around me. I then noticed his white skin against my dark brown flesh. I felt his cock in the fold of my ass. With soap lather as a lubricant, he began rubbing his cock on me, getting larger with each stroke. I turn to kiss me and then broke it off abruptly stepping out of the shower. I left him with a puzzle look on his face as I said, "Not now and not that way". As I wrapped my towel around me and walked into the bedroom, I do believe I heard him moan. 

When he stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom Bris was taken back by all of the little Hershey Kisses scattered over the floor. "Because I wanted to kiss the ground you walk on", came my response from the bed. I was in the middle of the king sized bed, under the top sheet, propped up on the pillows.. 

The comforter and top bedding had been removed. Bris could make out my naked body including the lovely triangle in the middle. In my hand were the last to Hershey Kisses. One for me, I stated as I popped it into my mouth, and one for you as I inserted the other into the place that Bris wanted to claim as his own. Taking my clue, Bris stood at the end of the bed and pulled the sheet off of me with one hand and pulled me down to the middle of the bed by my ankles with his other hand. As anticipation filled the air, I closed my eyes waiting for Bris to pleasure me. The wait was not long because as soon as Bris made contact to my clit with is rough tongue, I was well on my way to Pleasure Island. Sticking his tongue up my pussy, Bris was getting more than his share of chocolate milk.

The more he licked on my clit, the more the juices flowed. Sucking my hood, he pulled me closer. Teasing me with his teeth, he played with my swollen pussy lips. In the mean while, I was constantly reminding myself to breathe. The feeling made me more than a little dizzy. I wanted to join him in the fucking but did now want to move for fear of breaking contact. So I began to massage my breast with my own hands and even pinched my nipples thinking it was Bris. The action brought me closer to the edge and I began to feel the orgasm coming. 

But just then Bris put both of his hands under my butt and started to kiss and lick that little area right below my pussy. Oh God, I could not take it any longer and grabbed his head and forced him back to where I needed him to be. Once there, I began to move my hips in first a circular motion when Bris used his tongue to satisfy me like never before. When I began to fuck his face with wild abandonment, I no longer cared about seeming crazy but only getting satisfied. Lightly kissing my outer lips brought me to the edge. When every muscle in me decided to contract at once in all different directions, I could not stop the raging orgasm that came. 

Riding one rip tide after another, I knew that no one else would ever be able to take me where I had just been. When Bris laid beside me, I almost climaxed again just from the warmth of his body. 

Rolling over to kiss him, I knew that the time had come to seal the deal. His manhood was ready for action. Since Bris was already lying on his back and propped on the same mound of pillows that once held me, it was easy to mount him and ride. However I did it in reverse. 

With my back to him, I slid his cock into me. Leaning a little forward, this position let me play with his balls easily. Massaging them and lightly squeezing them was something I wanted to do for a very long time. Cyber-sex would never be the same. Oh, what pleasure that gave him because his breathing changed immediately. Bris slowly began to thrust his cock in me, only giving me a little head. That enable me to stick my finger between my pussy and his dick and stimulate myself. Needing more however, I leaned back a little and contracted my moist pussy walls around the base of his shaft and began to fuck him slowly and then a little faster. 

With this Bris began to finger my clit which made me lose control and squeeze my pussy even harder and thrust about. Biting my lower lip so I would not lose it, I was grinding my hips and pussy into Bris as fast as I could. And Bris was up to the challenge. Grabbing me around the waist, he was matching me; pump for pump, hump for hump. And with the other hand he was caressing my breast and driving mer wild. With his balls beating up against my pussy opening, Bris shot his wad and it sent ripples through my pussy. Unable to hold back any longer, I rode my joystick to another climax. And then there was tomorrow...



Meet Me in San Fran



The following story in written in 3 pieces. The first and third in the point of view or Mr. WT and the middle section by Miss EP.

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Written by WT. . .

You are in San Fran for business however I am lucky enough to meet you there for 24 hours. I wait for you to finish work as I wait with anticipation from a booth in the near the hotel bar. As I wait I am watching many visitors check into the hotel and go up the glass elevators to their floor. 

When I finally see you stroll in with you high heels and well-fitting pencil skirt my heart skips a beat. You look around for me and settle at the bar. I am not the only one who has noticed you. You look at your phone for a sign as one of the men offers to buy you a drink. I quickly text you to know you should accept and that I will briefly enjoy his flirting with you. Both men are enjoying themselves as they look you up and down. The men are clearly noticing the very fine assets that are straining the buttons on your New York and Company blouse that is thankfully cut just right.

As much I am enjoying watching this take place I figure it's my time to interrupt. I walk up and give you a quick peck on your lips as we say hello. The bartender asks me if I need a drink and I reply that I need to order enough drinks for this beautiful lady to go upstairs with me. You blush but mention that no more drinks are required. I ask how many you would need to drop to your knees in the elevator on the way. You are really blushing now and I order you a shot. 

Soon we depart and I have zero expectation of the elevator fantasy. However, as we approach the elevator another group is there too. You mention we should wait for the next ride. I have never been so excited to be on the 28th floor as I was when you immediately dropped down and reminded me of that sensational feeling. I open my eyes and look down on the bar. Everyone is looking up as us as we head to our floor. 

Written by EP. . .

So I'm on my knees in a glass elevator fulfilling a fantasy of yours while on display for the lobby below. Thank you for the shots! It definitely helps with some exhibitionist inhibitions. ;) 

I wonder do you like being on display? Do you just like that others are watching? Do you like to be in control and being able to watch yourself being pleasured? Do you like that you are the envy of everyone below...going up with the girl?

So we ascend 25 floors. I've brought you to a near climax. I slowly pull back lingering with my tongue on the tip of you. I reach around and pull the stop button of the elevator. The glass elevator now has privacy. I stand up in front of you. I pull up my skirt. I bring my entire body pressed up against yours. I ask you to take me. I maneuver myself up against the elevator glass wall. You pick me up. I wrap my arms around your neck and legs around your waist. You forcefully enter me. You pull my hair to pull my face toward you so you take my lips in passionate kisses while you pulse in and out of me over and over...and then...

Written by WT. . .

While I am enjoying holding you up and thrusting myself into you I need more. I need to kiss you more, I need to touch you more, and I need you naked. I let you down so we can make our way down the hall to the room. While I let you pull your skirt back down I insist on leaving your partially open shirt as is. The gives a great view or you bra coverage cleavage to the couple we pass on our floor. 

In the room, I open the blinds to the view of the city then make a call down to room service to bring up a couple of beers. We stand by the window and exchange several minutes of kisses while pulling each other shirts off. The skin to skin contact is amazing. Finally I grab you hair and pull you down to finish what you started in the elevator. 

Looking down at you still in your heels, skirt and bra is so hot as you dance your tongue around my dick. It feels and looks amazing. Also knowing that you are tasting yourself turns me on. I grab the back of your head and head and fuck your face for a few strokes before allowing you to return to the rhythm and pace that you know so well. I tell you that if you don't stop I will come all over you. This idea prompts you to go harder and I shoot a small shot in your mouth before pulling out and covering your chest. As this happens there is a knock at the door. 

I quickly give you my dress shirt which you lightly pull on as I slide under the sheets. You open the door fully allowing the young man to get a good view of you and what is happening in the room. You tell him you will need a few more in an hour or so.

I tell you that I need to taste you. You instruct me to relax while you open your beer. As you sip your beer I finally finish undressing you fully. My tongue needs you. It needs to be deep inside you. You lie back on the bed and allow me to work between your legs. This excites up more but you want control. You flip over and force yourself on my face moving back and forth you can control the action with my tongue and nose. I love reaching up and grabbing your tits and around to grab your ass while you pleasure yourself with my face. 

This is great but I am hard again and I need to be inside you. . .



Meet Me in St. Louis



Tanya opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock. Seeing that it only read 5:07, she groaned and rolled over. Still an hour before she had to get up and get ready for her flight. Giving up with a sigh, she threw the covers back and rolled out of the bed, frustrated with the excitement that had her waking up every hour throughout the night. She had slept so lightly that the t-shirt she slept in wasn't even wrinkled. Walking across the bedroom, she stopped to pet her Labrador. "Good morning, Jake." Standing again, she walked to the closet and peered inside.

"Jake, what am I going to wear?" The dog looked back at her, at as much of a loss as she was. Sighing again, Tanya pulled her robe from the hook on the closet door and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Since she slept in nothing but the t-shirt, she stripped down and stared into the mirror while the water in the shower warmed up. Not bad for someone going on almost no sleep, she thought, peering at her reflection in the mirror. When the steam began rolling over the top of the shower door, she opened it and stepped into the flow of hot water. 

Leaning her head back into the shower stream, Tanya wet her long, chestnut hair and thought about the events leading up to today's trip. She could feel the anxiousness of the last two weeks in the tenseness of her shoulders as she ran her long fingers over them. She chalked the feeling up to complete sexual frustration. Lately, even her husband hadn't been able to quench the fire burning inside of her. Oddly enough, knowing that fulfillment was finally within her grasp had made the last two weeks almost unbearable.

Squeezing the body wash onto the bath sponge, Tanya inhaled the fresh scent of peaches coming from the bottle. She began rubbing the loofah over her body, watching as the suds dripped down to her navel. There had always been something about being covered in soap that turned her on. The sight of the suds on her breasts made her tingle, and she ran the rough fabric over her now hard nipples, relishing the sensations that coursed through her as a result.

Soaping up the remainder of her torso, she began running her left hand over the slick surface of her skin, stopping occasionally to pinch her nipples or squeeze her breasts roughly. As the waves began rolling over her body, Tanya didn't even notice when the bath sponge fell from her hand and hit the floor of the shower.

With her now free right hand, Tanya began rubbing her slippery torso. Her hand made its way slowly to the warm cleft between her legs. She had to lean against the shower wall when she began rolling her aching clit gently between her thumb and forefinger. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she slid two fingers into her velvet pussy. Still rubbing her aching nipples, she plunged her two fingers in and out, revelling in her secret fantasy. While her body was furiously rubbing her swollen clit, her mind was in St. Louis with the man with salt-and-pepper hair, being fucked from behind in a room fit for a queen.

Tanya's mind snapped back to reality as the first wave of an orgasm wracked her body. "Unghh, yes...," she moaned. It was like an electrical current running through her entire body. 

A small amount of her stress relieved, Tanya finished her shower, shampooed her hair, and turned the shower off. Taking the towel from the rack, she patted her body dry and bent over to wrap her wet hair. She pulled on her robe, savoring the soft material as she slipped it over her shoulders. 

Feeling refreshed, she walked back down the hall to her bedroom.

Tanya opened the closet and looked inside once more. The weather was warm, so she finally settled on a soft yellow sundress and a pair of beige sandals. She pulled the dress from the hanger and laid it across the chair. 

She slipped out of her robe and took the powder box from her vanity. Then, she rubbed the puff over her bare skin. Once again, the smell of peaches filled the room.

Tanya wasn't particularly fond of underwear, usually wearing only a bra beneath her clothes. Thinking it might be sluttish and inappropriate to have nothing under her dress today, she walked to the dresser and opened the drawer filled with all the lacy things she rarely touched. No bra could be worn under the outfit because of the spaghetti straps it had, so she chose a pair of light yellow panties made of soft silk and threw the matching bra onto the bed to be packed. 

A few minutes later, Tanya was fully dressed and sitting at the vanity. She normally didn't wear much make-up, so applying it didn't take long. Unlike most women, she like the freckles that were sprinkled lightly over her nose and shoulders. Dong her hair, too, was an easy task. Long and shiny, all she had to do was curl her bangs under. The rest fell naturally well below her shoulders, with chestnut and auburn highlights throughout.

After quickly making the bed, Tanya pulled the leather overnight bag from underneath and checked the list she had made two days prior. Nothing much was on it, mainly toiletries and a change of clothes. She debated putting another pair of underwear in, but decided that her friend would have to get over it if she decided to go sans panties. Hopefully, she wouldn't have needed them anyway. Her bag packed, she headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, Tanya got a Coke out of the refrigerator to drink on the drive to the airport. She wrote a quick note to her husband, telling him where to find the leftovers in the fridge and that she'd call him from her mother's the next day. Then, she grabbed her purse and her keys and locked the door behind her as she left.

Tanya put her Fleetwood Mac Cd in the player and backed the Toyota Corolla out of the driveway as she began singing along to "Rhiannon" with Stevie Nicks. 

The half hour drive to the airport won't be so bad, she thought. Not half as bad as the two hour drive her parents had had the day before when they went to catch their plane to Jamaica. Tanya smiled as she thought of her little plot. Going by her parents' house the next day would only take a few hours, and from there she could call home as if she had been there the whole time. She would also erase any messages her husband might leave, thus leaving all of her family members oblivious to her scheme.

Part III

Thirty-five minutes later, Tanya pulled into the Bluegrass Airport and parked her car in the extended stay parking area. She got out and pressed the button on her key chain to lock the door. Tanya had always loved the airport as a child, when she and her mother used to drop her father off for business trips. Kentucky actually had a beautiful airport. Looking around at the lovely surroundings, she walked quickly to Exit 7B. Her shower escapade had taken up most of the extra time she had for waking early, so she was able to board the plane upon her arrival. Within twenty minutes, Tanya was in the air on her way to St. Louis. An hour later, the plane landed at the Lambert-St. Louis Airport. 

Tanya had thought the Bluegrass Airport was nice, but it had nothing on St. Louis. The sheer space of it was suffocating to her, and she suddenly wished she was home again. She had to remind herself that she came from a small town, and she had rarely left it in her 22 years. This should be an adventure, not an ordeal.

An open taxi was waiting at the front of the airport, so Tanya threw her bag in and sat down. A gruff voice from the front grunted, "Where to?"

Tanya checked the piece of paper with all her important information on it and replied, "315 Chestnut Street, please, the Adams Mark Hotel." The cab pulled out and headed west.

Ten minutes of gazing in awe passed, and the taxi pulled up in front of a seven-story bulding. She paid the cabdriver and walked to the massive front entrance, where a dooman greeted her and held the door open as she entered.

Tanya had chosen this hotel and made the reservations a week in advance. Situated across from the Gateway Arch, she hoped it would be the perfect setting for her special night. At $245 a night, it had better be.

Upon entering the front lobby, Kelly's attention was immediately drawn to a pair of nine-foot tall bronze horses, flanked by a fountain made of rock. It looked more like a waterfall than a fountain, actually, and it was breathtaking.

Tearing her attention away from the sculpture, she walked briskly to the front desk. The pretty receptionist looked up and smiled. "May I help you?" 

"Yes, I have a reservation. Under Scholtz?"

The receptionist typed something into her computer. "Yes, ma'am. You're in Room 734, on the top floor. Our bellboy will show you up." She handed the key to the bellboy, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. "Enjoy your stay at the Adams Mark."

Tanya followed the bellboy, who took her overnight bag, to the elevator. The elevator man took them to the 7th floor. Tanya followed the bellboy out into a beautiful hallway with guilded lights casting a soft glow onto the plush plum carpet. Halfway down the hall, the two stopped in front of the door marked 734.

The bellboy took the key, and after unlocking the door, held it open for her. The sheer beauty of the room made her breath catch. To the left of the foyer was a King size bed, covered in a soft maroon bedspread. To the right, living quarters were set up, with two wing-backed chairs and a couch, flanked with a wet bar, small refrigerator, and a microwave.

The bellboy set her small bag on the bed and, after getting a tip, left Kelly alone in the room.

Not bothering to lay her purse down, she set out to explore the suite. A huge color television set was at one end of the living area, and another, smaller set was hidden in a cabinet in the bedroom. A door behind the couch led into a bathroom with one of the largest tubs Tanya had ever seen.

Fantasies of a bubble bath later in the night brought a smile to Tanya's face. To her, the tub looked more like a Jacuzzi, with small holes around the edges that could only be water jets. The tub itself was so large that she could have easily lain flat in the bottom without being cramped.

Tanya crossed to the double sinks and opened her purse, producing a small brush and compact. She powered her face lightly and ran the brush through her long brown hair. After washing her hands, she put her purse on her shoulder and left the room.

She passed the living area without a second glance and crossed both rooms to the bed. Setting her purse on it, she bent to remove her sandals. Her feet were aching after only a few hours. She straightened her dress, scanning her eyes around the room to search for the remote control. It was then that she heard the voice behind her.

Part IV

"My flight was hell, how was yours?"

Tanya spun around to face the strangely familiar voice. A handsome man with twinkling blue-green eyes sat facing her on the couch. Grey streaked his thick mane of hair, as well as his mustache and goatee, and he was obvioudly enjoying the fact that he had startled her.

"Chris?," she asked uncertainly.

""Who'd you think it was, making himself at home in our room?" Their few conversations over the phone hadn't prepared her for the sexy timbre of his voice, or the way his eyes roamed over ther body as if he were appreciating a fine work of art.

Tanya's face broke into a grin. "I don't know, but I was excited for a minute. I've always had this fantasy about a strange man coming into my hotel room."

Chris stood and they both walked towards each other. He caught her in a fierce hug, and she responded in kind. They stood between the two rooms, just holding each other, for what seemed like an eternity. "It's good to finally know what this feels like. God, Chris, you feel good."

"So do you. And those breasts feel pretty damned good, too..."

Tanya pulled free and playfully slapped his shoulder. "Pig! I should have seen that coming," she said, but she was laughing. "So, what now?"

The two stood staring at each other. Finally, Chris put his hands on her waist and said, "Well, I've waited almost a year to taste those lips, and the Pope himself couldn't stop me from doing it now."

He bent his head to kiss her, brushing his lips softly against hers. The excitement was more than either of them could take. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, ravaging the sweetness inside. They kissed with wild abandon as he slid his hand up her waist, finally letting it settle just below her aching breast. Her shyness kicked in just enough to keep her from pushing his hand farther up to rest on her soft mound. Both emotionally spent, the kiss ended with her breasts still pressed against his broad chest.

Chris took Tanya's hand and led her to the couch. "Would you like a drink?" She nodded. He would know what her drink of choice was, so she didn't bother to tell him.

A few seconds later, Chris returned with a vodka rocks for himself. She took a drink and made a face. "Sorry, hon, I think I forgot to stir it. Here," he said, laughing, "let me fix it."

Chris stuck his forefinger down into the rock glass and swirled the yellow liquid around. When he removed his finger from the glass, Tanya saw the opportunity to make the move bolder than probably any she had ever made in her life. Taking his hand, she pulled it to her face and put his still wet finger into her mouth. She sucked off all of the orange juice and vodka, rolling her tongue over it as she slowly pulled the finger out of her mouth. She drew it back in, flicking her tongue deftly over the tip before sucking it back in. Chris's rapt attention was kept on his glistening digit sliding slowly in and out between her pink lips. She slowly pulled his finger from her warm mounth one last time and laid his hand gently on his lap. "There you go, all clean." 

For a split-second, Chris was speechless, still staring blankly at the mouth that had just been sucking his finger so expertly. Before he could react, Tanya was leaning towards him on the couch, placing her hand on his chest. She began kissing him as roughly as he had just kissed her in the foyer. This time, his hand moved to her breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing his palm over the thin fabric. She leaned her head back and a soft moan escaped her lips. He pressed his lips against the soft area just above the low neckline of her dress. Sliding his hand up her thigh, he slowly pushed the flimsy fabric upward with the tips of his fingers.

Tanya readjusted herself to give Chris easier access to her thigh. Her skin burned beneath his touch. His hand quickly made its way to the upper part of her thigh, and began to slowly move towards the heat that lay between her slightly parted legs. He ran his thick fingers over the delicate material of her silk panties, noticing immediately that her crotch was already moist with her feminine secretions. He could clearly feel the lips of her pussy, and he slid his finger along the crevice. Pushing the thin material aside, he slipped one finger into her hot hole. She raised her hips to meet his hand, but he withdrew too quickly. Pulling her to a standing position, he pulled her dress off and gazed at her large, firm tits. He bent to take one hard pink nipple into his mouth rolling it between his teeth as he aqueezed both with his large hands. Tanya reached up to run her fingers through his hair, taking a handful and tugging gently. He bent to slide her yellow panties down, inhaling the fresh scent of peaches as he slid them over her soft hips.

He stepped back to admire her naked body, running his eyes up and down her features. She cupped her own breasts as he stared hungrily. The lust in his eyes was evident as he lowered her to the couch, ravaging her lips once again. Chris lowered his head once again to her nipples, mauling them with his hands and teeth, turning the flesh red. He kissed his way down her stomach and then sat up at her feet. Raising her foot to his mouth, he noticed the dark red nail polish as he suckled the tip of her toe gently. Starting then at her ankle, he kissed his way up her calf and thigh, stopping only briefly to brush his lips across the dark triangle of hair there. He picked up her other leg and began the procedure again, expertly kissing and periodically grazing his teeth over her electrified skin. 

Once more positioned over her aching pussy, he blew gently as he inserted the tip of his finger into her. She began gyrating her hips in mute protest to his teasing. Parting the lips of her juicy cunt, Chris encouraged her to spread her legs farther apart. Her light brown bush was several shades lighter than her chestnut hair, and was lightly trimmed on the sides.

With a series of tender kisses, slowly encircling her tender opening, Chris finally ended up taking her small, almost hidden, side lips into his mouth, and teasing them open, encouraging them to swell. His fiendish tongue would dart in and taste her for a moment, before relenting and worrying with the sides of her opening. He still hadn't directed any attention to the top of her sweet pussy, and the anticipation was killing her. He pulled back a bit and looked up, to see her face contorted in the throes of pleasure, breathing heavily. 

He reached out with his hands to open her up. Chris blew a stream of air across the little man in the boat, encouraging him to sail. Tanya tensed for a moment, then tensed again when his tongue lingered there, twirling at the tip. She was moaning now, slightly, just at the edge of Chris's hearing. He took her clit carefully between his lips and vibrated the tip of his tongue over the exposed hypersensitive skin. A few moments of this had her squirming under his grasp. He lowered himself further, lapping away at her opening, his tongue deep inside her, tasting her, feeling the softness of her sidewalls. He teased her even lower, reaching his hands under her thighs, and, lifting her legs high, allowed his tongue to trace the area from her little brown rosebud, across the small stretch to her pussy, and up again to her clit. 

His ministrations continued for a long time, becoming more forceful along with her cries, until his mouth was clamped over her clit. His tongue lapping at her, he drove three of his fingers in and out of her tender pussy, hard and fast. It had taken a lot of effort, but he could feel her peaking, breathing hard, her body trembling and throbbing under his touch. 

Tanya gasped, "Oh my god, my god...", as she came with a cry, lifting her waist off of the couch and squeezing her legs tight. She came slowly back down to earth, eyes wild, hands grasping at him. Finally, she said, "I can't believe you could do that." Chris raised his hand to wipe her glistening juices from his mouth, but Tanya grabbed his hand and stopped him. "No, I want to taste my pussy on your lips." 

Chris bent forward and kissed her fully on the mouth, and she too, tasted the salty sweetness of her warm juices. As they kissed, her practiced fingers undid all the buttons of his shirt, baring his chest to her. Raked her fingernails gently across his hairy chest, circling his nipples with her forefinger. Tanya pushed Chris back, following, until he was laying flat in a prone position. She kissed his chest, drawing more circles with her tongue around his nipples as she nibbled her way down his chest and slightly rounded stomach, licking his naval lightly before settling into position over his groin. Using only her lips and teeth, she unbuttoned his slacks and pulled the zipper down. "You'd better be careful with that mouth, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to it," he told her. She grinned mischeivously as she tucked her hands into the waistband of his pants and underwear, tugging them down, as he raised his hips to help her. Grabbing the cuffs, she pulled the pants off and to the floor.

She buried her head against his legs, nibbling the skin on the inner parts of his thigh. Tanya continued to tease him by running her lips, tongue and teeth over everything except his most sensitive areas, giving his just reward for her earlier torture. When she heard his breath begin to come in soft ragged gasps, she flicked her tongue gently over his testicles, getting bolder as he showed no fear, and began to roll his balls around under her hungry tongue. A low moan escaped his throat as she dragged her flat tongue slowly up the shaft of his dick, whirling her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth. She moved with agonizing slowness down the length of his shaft, and felt him wrap locks of her hair into his fists. As the tension mounted inside of him, he began moving his hips to plunge his throbbing cock deep into her mouth. He increased his pace, pushing her head roughly down onto him and raising his hips to meet her. The feel of him fucking her pretty face arroused her to the point that she began to moan. He felt the vibrations of her voice to his core, and it was more than he could take. As he felt the first jolts of his orgasm stream through him, she felt his cock swell in her mouth. Losing his mind to the pleasure, he shot his hot cum deep into her throat. She felt it cross her tongue and swallowed greedily. Though he tensed, she fought the tight grip of his hands in her hair and sucked continued laving her tongue over his thick cock, sucking him dry and not spilling a drop. As the last few sporadic convulsions left his body, she raised up and kissed him, savoring the flavor of their sexes on her lips.




Meet Me in St. Louis



It was late when my plane got into St. Louis. I took a cab to the motel which wasn't far. The key was waiting at the front desk under my name like she had promised. With sweaty palms I took it and headed upstairs. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I unlocked it and stepped inside. I could smell perfume lingering. 

There was a king sized bed and a television dominating the room. On the dresser was her suitcase. I took advantage of her absense to use the shower. I carefully scrubbed all the moving parts and stepped out. I put on some clean clothes and grabbed the toothpaste. It was about then I heard the television running. With a quick brush of my teeth I opened the door. 

She was sitting on the end of the bed watching the news in a red blouse and black skirt showing some of her delightful cleavage. She turned and smiled at me patting the edge of the bed next to her. 

"Hey, Jo." I said leaning over to kiss her. 

She shyly returned my kiss and holding my hand pulled me next to her. For a few moments we just sat and looked at the objects of our desires. Her eyes were so compelling in person.

"I almost didn't come back. I'm pretty nervous about all this." She said looking down at the carpet. 

"Hell, I'm nervous, too, Jo." I stammered. 

After that we started asking about each other's health and generally ignoring the fact that we were finally in reach of someone we had lusted over for years. Soon the small talk ran out and we sat in an uncomfortable silence still holding hands. 

"Well, Jo, if it's all right with you there's a couple things I need to do." 

With that, I slipped a hand on either side of her face and pulled her to me. We kissed softly and somewhat tentatively. 

"That's not a real kiss." I said and kissed her harder opening her mouth, tasting her tongue and running my tongue around her soft supple lips. 

I could feel familiar heat rushing in my body and see a slight flush creeping down her chest. I reached over and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a red velvet bra filled with the beautiful breasts that had become my fantasy. After watching her tease them for me on cam they were finally mine to hold. I lowered my head and kissed her chest between her cleavage inhaling her erotic fragrance. Moving toward her I knelt between her legs and reached around to undo her bra. As it fell down, Jo's hand caught one breast and fed the nipple to me. 

I slid one hand up her stockinged leg and under her skirt as my mouth closed on her tight nipple. Sliding up her black nylons felt so sexy to me. I felt her free hand cup the back of my head to pull me closer to her breast. My tongue and lips were in heaven finally tasting her nipples and actually nibbling on their lushness. As my hand moved up her stocking I felt flesh at the top and a garter clasp. "Keep going, Tom there's nothing in your way." She breathed into my ear. A deliciously moist heat was waiting when I reached her pussy. One slide up her cuntlips and my finger was well coated with her juices. I rubbed it across her clitoris. Jo groaned softly. Then I pulled my hand out and slipped the finger into my mouth. I was finally tasting her after all this time and she was delicious. 

Sliding both hands under her legs I tipped her backward onto the bed and flipped her skirt up revealing her garter framed cunt to my hungry eyes. With a moan of passion I leaned forward and buried my face between her thighs. With long strokes of my tongue I licked her sweet pussy from the bottom to the top again and again. 

When I could sense her pelvis moving as I crossed her throbbing clit I began to concentrate on it. Light rapid strokes of my tongue caressed it. I was enveloped in her smell and heat. Bringing my hands up on either side I pushed upward with my thumbs exposing her clit and softly took it into my mouth and sucked. Her hands grabbed my hair as she began to push herself against me. Jo was panting harshly now breathing through her mouth. 

Her knees slowly drew up to her chest. Taking advantage of her cheek's exposure I began spanking her fine ass with loud slaps. Jo started rocking on the bed inhaling with each spank. When my hands could feel the heat on each asscheek I stopped and caressed them. My cool hands stroked her softly absorbing some of her delightful heat. When I leaned forward between her thighs her ass felt hot against my shoulders.

Her sweet juices were flowly freely now. When I slipped a finger into her pussy she tensed and arched her back coming loudly with moans and cries of passion. Her juices flowed down my wrist as she pumped her hips again and again. I stopped licking across her clit and began to lick a slow circle around it until Jo's moans had stopped and her breathing returned to normal. 

"You bastard, I thought I might die it felt so good. It's your turn now." Jo said, standing up and removing her skirt. 

Seeing her in just her black stockings and red garter just made me harder than I thought possible. As I shakily stood up, Jo quickly removed my shirt and pushed me back on the bed. Her hands undid my pants and hastily tugged them off of my legs. I hadn't bothered with underwear and was naked before her lustful gaze. Nude and laying on my back with Jo between my legs I still couldn't believe I was finally here with her. It seemed like a dream too perfect to be real.

Jo leaned on top of me to kiss and lick her juices from my face. Taking her time she nibbled down my neck while pulling my nipples with her fingers. 

"Mmmmmmmm." I moaned softly to her.

I couldn't help thinking of how many times I had typed that to her as she masturbated on cam for me as I masturbated with her and how she had rekindled passion within me.  As her lips moved down they stopped to capture each of my nipples and suck them leaving each with a nip from her teeth as she moved lower. Her fingernails traced patterns across my stomach and around my hard cock making it jump. 

Finally, her hand captured my swollen cock and raised it from my stomach. Her head lowered and I could feel her hot breath on it's crimson head. Her other hand cupped my balls and held them warmly. I was in heaven. All my senses were focused on Jo and what she was doing to me. I arched my back in a vain effort to gain her mouth. 

Jo laughed and said, "Be patient, Tom. I said, 'It's my turn now'." 

Then her head dipped and I felt her tongue swabbing my pulsing testicles. She sucked one then the other into her mouth as I clenched the bedspread in my hands. Finally both were captured in her mouth and I could feel her tongue coming out to lick behind them, then between them and back up all the way across my sack. I could have cum from just that, but Jo obviously had so much more planned for me so I just tried to relax. As her wonderful mouth continued teasing my balls I felt her fingernails closing in across my naked stomach to my hard shaft. Then they slowly slid scraping softly up my cock to the swollen head. I sat half way up as she did this only to feel her hands push me back again teasing my nipples again as I lay back. 

I was completely in her control at this point. Whatever she wanted to do with me was fine. I'd never felt so completely aroused. My senses were aflame from her touches. Jo's mouth opened and released my balls. She took them again in one hand while her other hand raised my cock to her mouth. Her eyes watched mine as she tilted up my throbbing dick. She slowly slid her lips and teeth down my cock. I bit my lower lip and grunted. My ears burned with throbbing blood as well. Then suddenly her tongue was swirling around the head of my penis. Her mouth moved up and down my shaft. I felt the heat of my orgasm coming quickly, but before it could happen she was gone! 

I looked up and there she was bent over and opening her suitcase from the dresser. I saw her ass framed so sweetly in the garter. I wanted to stand up and take advantage her situation, but she turned back to me with a smile. 

"Lie down, Tom. I told you it was my turn to enjoy you." 

I lay back and felt her shoulders slide underneath my knees as she pushed them toward my chest. I was in a sitting position on my back with her shoulders for the chair seat. Then there was cold sensation across my asshole as she slid her hand across it. 

"Relax, Tom don't be so tense. I know what I'm doing. It's just KY warming gel from Walmart." 

Her other hand took my cock and pulled it softly as she continued to rub across my asshole with the gel. A gentle heat slowly took hold and replaced the cold sensation. I began to really enjoy her ministrations. Jo then pressed a slick finger against my anus and slowly wriggled it inside of me as I squirmed. As she pushed I could feel each of her knuckles pass inside me until it was fully inserted. Her finger tip softly stroked my prostate gland again and again. At this point precum was dripping freely from my cock and the thumb of her other hand rubbed it around my cockhead until it glistened. Next she brought some precum to her lips and spread it across them as she smiled her beautiful smile at me. As I smiled back she licked her lips clean of my precum so sexliy that I almost came then. Her finger continued it's invasion of me now slowly moving in and out in a slow rhythm. 

Then just as I was relaxed enough to enjoy it's motion Jo pulled it out. More lotion caressed my anus and I felt something push against my anus again. Thinking it was her finger again I pushed down wanting it inside me only to discover it was her jelly butt plug entering me. She had shown it to me on cam several times along with her other toys. It had intrigued me, but it was over 1000 miles away back then and not very threatening. The sensation was to intense that at one point I almost reached down to stop her, but she went slowly and soon enough I was impaled with her plug. 

It filled me and pressed against my prostate. My cock was throbbing now with a life of it's own. It danced about my stomach slapping softly against it. I needed to cum so much, but every thing Jo did now seemed to keep me excited, but unreleased. I began to beg her let me cum. 

"Now! Jo, make me cum now!  Please, Jo, Please I need to cum now." 

My entreaties fell on deaf ears as she switched angles and tactics keeping me on the edge of orgasm the whole time. When I could stand it no more my hands pulled her head close to me and I began to fuck her mouth. My hips left the bed as I slow pumped into her eager mouth. Jo opened her throat and took my full length inside of her. I could feel her lips on my pubis and her throat massaging me. She swallowed everytime I was fully down her throat sending ripples of pleasure along my shaft. My balls tightened up as she continued deep throating me. The sensations she gave me were too much to resist. I felt the come surging from my balls and my legs straightened involuntarily, pulling her mouth from me. As my cock flapped back against my belly my cum shot in spray across my chest onto my neck. Each spray went a little less further as my cum pooled on my front.  

Jo's hands caressed and milked me until nothing was left and I was soft. Then her mouth began to clean me. First my cock was suckled gently and thoroughly. Next her tongue began to chase my cum up my stomach and across my neck. When she was done I took her face into my hands again kissed her deeply tasting both our cum mixing the way I had dreamed about for years. 

"Still nervous?"  I said to Jo as I held her on top of me. 

"Yes, Tom, only now I'm nervous that I won't let you leave when the time comes."



Meet Me in St. Louis, Stud



As I stepped past the threshold and into the bar, I felt my stomach doing yet another flip as the thought of what I was doing here consumed me completely. I was a half an hour earlier than the designated time we'd agreed to meet, unable to wait any longer in my hotel room. I looked slowly around the room as I stepped up to the bar, trying to determine whether you'd come early as well. But from what you'd told me you'd be wearing, I didn't think you were one of any of those I saw at the bar or sitting at any of the tables. Good, I thought, I can have a drink and watch the door. I knew that I'd recognize you the minute I saw you, even if you didn't have on the clothes you said you would. 

The bartender stepped over with his rag in hand, wiping the surface of the bar in front of me and setting a fresh ashtray down, asking what I'd have. I ordered a beer and a shot of Crown, hoping to lessen the butterfly effect that was ticking my belly. I had been waiting for this for months; our first meeting. I'd known long ago, after we had begun a very hot exchange on Literotica.com's sexual role playing board that I had to meet you, and see for myself where all your sexy writing came from. I took a sip of my beer and slugged down my shot right away. As soon as I had, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned and looked right into your eyes, knowing before I even looked to see who was touching me, that it was you. I was a bit surprised; I hadn't seen you walk in. You saw the puzzled look I wore and smiled, saying that you must have been in the men's room when I came in. I smiled back and stood, giving you a warm hug. Your arms opened and you welcomed my embrace, hugging me back. When we stepped back from one another, you said quickly, "I've got a table over there, c'mon, let's go sit."

As I followed behind you to the table you'd claimed I stared at your ass, watching it move as you walked. We sat down, and I broke my awkward silence. 

"So, you got here early too?"

You nodded, still smiling big. I felt like I should make small talk, for the moment anyway. But I couldn't. I dove right in after my first words had come out, telling you exactly what I was thinking.

"Rick. Wow, buddy. You're just like...no, even better than I'd imagined all this time. I am so glad this day has come, and that we both had the balls to do this. Man, it's so great that you're—that we're both here."

I shut up for a second, giving you a chance to talk now. As you began, I felt your hand rest on my knee under the table. Oh, shit, I thought to myself, he's going to get right to the point, isn't he? I listened to you, but was so distracted as your hand slid up my thigh. My hand went under the table as well, and I touched yours, rubbing it with my fingertips. You stopped talking as our eyes met, and I knew that you were just as ready as I was to leave this public place. I picked up my beer and downed it quickly, and then turned my head as I burped. Turning back to you, giggling and giddy, I said, "I'm so ready to go, if you are."

I loved the sound of your voice; so soft and sexy as you said, "Sure, Curt. Let's get outta here." We stood and this time I led the way as we exited the bar. Once outside, we stood together on the curb and waited for a passing taxi. It was only a minute before one came our way, and you flagged it down. When it came to a stop at the curb, you stepped forward right away, opening the door for me. I looked at you with a huge smile and said, "Such chivalry! Don't spoil me like that when you know I eventually have to go back to the real world." That wasn't something to think about right now, that's for sure.

We got in the back of the cab and I told the driver the hotel we'd be going to. I'd gotten a smoking room with a big king-sized bed at the Omni. I'd already paid for the full weekend, not knowing if you'd be able to stay or not, I was hopeful though. Once the driver pulled out into traffic, I reached for your hand again and looked into your eyes.

"Rick, you have no idea how happy this makes me; that we get this chance to be together." You agreed and I could see that your readiness rivaled mine. Without another thought or word, I moved in close to your face and kissed you. Our mouths opened as we exchanged tongues, kissing each other with a deep need and desire. Both of us were oblivious to the driver as he glanced in the rearview, seeing our hot kiss. I heard a 'hhmph' come from his direction, but nothing more. I was grateful that the bar we'd met at was fairly close to the hotel, because I was nearly ready to rip your clothes off right there in the back seat of the dirty taxi and have you. I felt your hand in my lap, massaging me through my jeans as we kissed. Your hot breath came in small bursts on my face as you revealed your lust to me with your kisses.

As the cab came to a stop we both regained our composure long enough to pay the driver and get out. You followed closely as we entered the building and walked over to the elevator. When the doors opened, we smiled at the sight of it being empty. We stepped into the elevator and I pushed the button to go up to the 5th floor. The door closed.

As soon as the elevator began to rise, you reached over and pushed the 'stop' button. I thought for sure an alarm would sound, but I didn't hear one. You grabbed me and pulled me into you, your open mouth covering mine again. I gasped and clung to you as we made out in the elevator car. You backed me against the wall and pressed your hand against my crotch, squeezing my cock as it silently begged to be freed. I felt your teeth on my lower jaw, nibbling along as you made your way to my neck.

I felt your heart pounding as we stood, chest to chest and lost in lust. Your lips now on my neck as you pushed your hardness into my pelvic bone, letting me feel how turned on you really were. Your mouth returned to mine as we soul-kissed, our combined passion growing, the thought of stopping now was impossible. Your hand went between my legs and you rubbed it back and forth, feeling my balls through my jeans. I thrust my hips against you, making sure you knew that I wasn't going to stop this. I felt my armpits beginning to sweat, and wet spots forming under the sleeves of my shirt. I was positive that that wasn't the only spot getting wet.

"Fuck...oh Rick, just can't wait, can you stud...me neither," I said as I felt you fumbling with my zipper. Your breathy words came out, saying, "No Curt...I want you right now. I won't even ask if it's ok; I already know the answer to that. And I already know how fast you come, I'm pretty sure this won't take long."

The next thing I knew you were on your knees before me with my hard cock in your hand. I leaned against the wall of the elevator and groaned, waiting to feel the wet heat of your mouth. "Just don't tease me, bro...I'll be comin' before you even get me in your mouth." 

You didn't tease. Right away I felt your mouth slide over my cock, taking it in as far as you could. The feel of your mouth as it wrapped snugly around my shaft made me more than light headed. Your chin brushed against my balls as you swallowed my entire length. I looked down and watched as you sucked your first dick since college. Your head began to bob back and forth on me, and I felt your velvety tongue sliding over my cockhead. It felt so awesome. I moaned out and said, "Oh yeah Rick...suck me just like you write about it. Suck it like you do in our stories!"

You did, too. You had a rhythm going and were practically deep throating me, knowing how impossible it would be for me to hold back. My hands went to your head and I let my fingers play in your soft hair as I gently urged you on, pulling your head closer to my groin. Your wet mouth was heavenly; and the moans you made around my cock created a subtle vibration, driving me wild.

"Oh fuck, Rick...Here it comes, man. Here comes your first load baby...Oooh, shit yesss!" My cock pulsed as I felt my orgasm begin, and Rick's hands went to my asscheeks. He held me tight and smashed his face against my tingling groin as I began to flood his mouth with my cum. I gasped, trying to breathe as each spurt felt more intense than the last. I felt his jaws moving as he swallowed my load expertly, like he'd done it a hundred times before. I was blown away.

He let my cock slip out from between his lips and stood. I saw a glistening strand of my semen on his lip. God, he is so hot, I thought as I watched him unconsciously wipe his mouth with his sleeve. I was panting, so overcome by that incredible climax. I pulled him against me once again and kissed him, now tasting my cum in his mouth. I felt how hard he was as he leaned into me, his hips moving, humping me lightly. 

"Wow, Rick...that was great. Man, you're a natural. You know I want to return the favor right here and now, but..." As my voice trailed off the intercom in the elevator sounded and a woman's voice asked in a concerned tone if there was a problem. Rick spoke up and said, no, he'd pushed the 'stop' button mistakenly. I stuffed my cock back into my pants as the elevator began to move again. When the doors opened a few seconds later, an old woman who'd obviously been waiting said, "Is this elevator broken? I don't wanna get on a broken elevator."

"No, it works just fine," Rick said, as we stepped out. Both of us tried to conceal our smiles. I pointed and said, "Our room's that way."